Becky's diary

Chapter 1: Who's Becky?

As I was skipping through the breezy air, with my golden wavy hair free flowing behind me, I took a deep breath. The smell of fragrant flowers and spring enlightens my heart. My brown beautiful looking horse follows my elegant footstep as I embrace the nature. I knew it was a calling. The moment the wind whistled my name...calling me into the - unknown. 

That would be my life if I had yellow hair. I swear all these main character are always blonde, and the ones who aren't are geeky nerds which random popular dude falls in love with because she's "different". Be so for real right now. There's literally 8.2 billion people on planet earth and she's "different". Does she have 5 extra toes instead of 1?

Not to brag, but I reckon I'm pretty niche and different from not just the other girls, but from everybody. Why don't I ever get featured in a show or a movie.

"Becky's life: short for Rebecca, very interesting, very amusing, very...different"

Man would that make billboards. Becky is honestly such a sick nickname. I remember how I got that nickname. In fact, it was a very heartfelt story and now a sensitive topic as it was my grand dad who left this legacy for me to carry on. 

It was a stormy winter night. The wind howls and barks. WOOF WOOF! ARG ARG! Below the roof laid my grandad and me. The fire crackles next to the fuzzy carpet. Crackle crackle. He makes his last request to me, "Rebecca, WASH THE DISHES." I was six. with no extra toes or fingers to help me. My hands became tired. Each one of them crinkling up, it looked worse then grand dad's forehead. My fingers now wobbling reached for the last plate. 

SPLAT. White shards splatters across the floor. 

"DID YOU BREAK IT" 

"Did I what?"

"DID YOU BREAK IT"

"Did I WHAT?"

"DID YOU BREAK IT"

I remember thinking to myself, that was it. Grandpa is old. He doesn't even remember how English works. Never thought it would go to the stage where he can't finish his sentences. After that incidence, everybody called me Becky. 

By the way, he isn't dead, he's actually alive and well. It was added for a dramatic effect, learnt that in English. In fact he saved me from dying from a peanut allergy the other day. Man those M&M were so worth it. I'd do it again any other day.