The Secret Diary

Chapter 1

The rays of the sunshine woke me up. Well not really, it was just actually my mom's shouting-it can actually shatter glass.

                   "KAYTE! KAYTE!, WAKE UP. Oh, I don't know why this girl thinks she can sleep all the way to 11 o'clock just because it's a Sunday!" Mom yells with a bit of sarcasm. I duck my head further under the duvet, hoping to disappear from all this chaos until Mom pulls it off. 

                    "Not so fast, young lady, It's Sunday, remember? You have to help me clean the attic!" she announces gleefully. Oh crap, the dusty, damp attic!

                           I crawl out of bed, feeling defeated. After breakfast, I head to the attic with Mom. I trudge up the stairs, dreading today's spick and span-day. While cleaning, I arrange some of Dad's dusty work papers, When something catches my eye. I slip it into my pocket, to explore it later. 

After I'm done, I sneak into my room and open the polished wooden box I found earlier, inside is a shiny, golden key with a blue ribbon, I ponder slightly what it may lead me to. Childish thoughts appear in my brain. Maybe there's a treasure, Kayte! Or, maybe it leads to a note, saying Mum was once an international jewel thief, via David Walliams's Gangsta Granny. 


                               Oh for Zeus's sake, shut up you stupid brain!  I say to myself. After an eternity of childish thoughts, (Thanks, David Walliams) I decide to go to the attic to find more, then suddenly it hit me: The wardrobe!  Heck, yea! Now my brain was working. I go up to the attic- that is until, "Oof! What the rock? "Kayte! What you doin' up 'ere?" Mikael, my annoying 16-year-old brother says. "Oh shuddup, and don't butt into my personal business, busybody freak!" I say. He smirks and walks away. 

            I scramble up to the attic, breathless after the flight of steps. Jhon, aka Mom's interior designer, was stupid enough to make a spiral staircase up to the attic. I manage to walk-sorry, crawl with my broken legs to the wardrobe. So here's why: this stupid junk, has been in our attic since I was born, it was kinda useless in the attic and it was CATCHING DUST-this was a problem, because Desmond, my brother was germophobic and he "can't breathe" in dustfall atmospheres. And it was convenient as it was Aunt May's 48th birthday, and she had an open house, usually, I avoided her like a cold bath, but now, IT WAS NECESSARY, just for a little key. And that's how desperate I am. 


                    "Kayte! It's time to go to Aunt May's house! You have changed out of your casual slacks, have you? " My mum cried. "Yes, be out in a jiffy," I say. Honestly, I haven't changed. So just randomly opening my wardrobe, I pull out jeans and a layering tee. After that, I hop into Desmond's new, sleek Black BMW. He had somehow bought a used BMW by working in a paper company. "Hey, be careful! She's new!" shrieked Desmond as Mikael stomped lightly on the peddle bar. After an hour and a half, we reach New Jersey, Aunt May's home. She lives in a row of tall, thin terrace house which has a really cool colour-Light, Persian theme, weird but edgy right? 

                               I greeted Uncle Mason and Aunt May and Mum decided that I should give Aunt May her gift, Out of everyone, WHY ME? It could be Desmond or Mikael, personally, I think Mum wants to embarrass me. I walk up straight to Aunt May, and I give her her gift. "Happy Birthday, Aunt May!" I plastered a fake smile on my face. "Thanks, dear," she says, and suddenly she goes into a mad-cow mode and says, "AND DON'T SLOUCH AND CLOSE YOUR MOUTH OR YOU ARE ATTRACTING FLIES! YOU WANT A FLY TO FLY INTO YOUR MOUTH, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? HUH?!" she m̶o̶o̶s̶   shouts. I scamper away, mouthing to my mum, Told you so!! 

My mum sends me her glare and I shut up almost instantly. Remember why you're here, Kayte Mavis! So I casually ask Aunt May, "Aunt, the wardrobe in our attic, so is there a key or something? 'Cause it's been up there catching dust." Her eyes widened."How do you know?"

"Um, Mum told me?"I say. "Oh, Tallulah told you." she says looking more relaxed, "So, your great-grandfather's diary is in that wardrobe, and I have the key." "Oh, can I take a look at it and return it to you at the end of the party?"My plan was NOT to. "Hmmm.." her eyes swivel around me as if I told her I wanted to trade my hair for spaghetti. "Okay, wait here" YES! SUCCESS!! 

A few minutes later, she returns with a gold key with a red ribbon on top. She places it in my hand and reminds me to return it to her at the end of the party. "Sure, just wanna take a look," I say, then she goes and joins those tango-ing couples on the dance floor. 

At the end of the party,  I say, "Aunt, I left the key in your dining table. " It was a fake. "Okay" she says. When I get back home, I run up to the attic and twist the key in slightly, and BAM! the wardrobe opens, inside, I see a brown vintage book, and it is written on top,  "DIARY"