*Story contains Mature&Explicit content*
"Feel like making a deal with the devil?"
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"I know how to help you!" I yelled, confidently looking at him.
"What are you doing?!" Harry shouted, turning in all directions, as if trying to shield me with hi...
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5:00 am. The alarm clock is ringing.
"What? What, why is it already morning, bring the night back, please, I want to sleep"
Tell me, what tyrant came up with to start school at 7 in the morning? And I am more than sure that whoever did it wants me dead.
I reluctantly crawl out of bed, and move towards the closet. I take out my clothes and start dressing slowly. Looking in the mirror, I understand that for some reason, it starts to seem to me that in the morning, I look like a zombie in a dress.
Laughing at my own joke, I suddenly realized that it was not cool at all, to look like a zombie in a dress, and with these thoughts I went to the bathroom.
I hope that my mom has already left for work, otherwise I don't want to listen to her lectures at 5 in the fucking morning.
I have a very strict mother, and she is almost always not happy with me, she controls me in everything. In her opinion, I should study for the highest scores and do absolutely everything she says, I am forbidden to dye my hair, get pierced, go to parties at school, I can walk until a maximum of 10 pm, I can't even cut my hair. And the only thing that my mother sometimes allows is to go to sleepover with my best friend Emma, and today I'll go to her for the night.
Fortunately, my mother was not at home, but there was a note from her, with a list of things that I need to do.
Do I look like a joke to her?
It was 5:20 in the morning. Going into the kitchen, I quickly made myself a breakfast of sandwiches, and returned to the room.
Sitting down at the table, I began to eat, and at the same time opening my diary, I began to write.
I have always loved to write and read, and from the age of 14 I started keeping diaries about my life and everything that happened to me, and let's ignore the fact that I have a very boring life and, apart from school, I usually don't go anywhere. Now I am 17 and keeping diaries still gives me pleasure, in the future I would like to make a book about my life out of all my diaries, I have always dreamed of becoming a writer or journalist, writing articles and books.
Anastasia's dairy Dear diary, it's me and my boring life again. And I would like to complain that today I again had to wake up at 5 in the morning so as not to be late for school. I wish this year would come to an end faster.
It was 5:50 am. Damn, it's time for me to get out.
Closing the diary, I put it in my bag and quickly ran out of the house.
Probably many people will think that I am abnormal because I like to write down every little thing, and if at any moment it is not convenient to get a diary, then I record it on a dictaphone or just write in notes on my phone, and then transfer everything to paper and sometimes draw situations that have occurred.
