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Dear Diary

Teen Fiction

Casey is a young 17 year old girl, whos more on the shy side. She's "nerdy" and smart. However, she's still beautiful. Casey keeps every moment of her life in her diary. She updates weekly, mostly on Sunday's. So be prepared to listen to love, death...

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Week 1

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by WishForADream

by WishForADream

First Chapter of Dear Diary here! :) Hope you guys enjoy and please comment on your thoughts This is in a few parts. Round about 5+ parts each week (in the book not in real life.) I hope that's enough to entertain you guys <3 Message me/comment on what you want me to improve on or anything you enjoyed or just your thoughts in general.

Wish,

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MONDAY

Honestly, Monday could have not gotten any worse. It started off simple. Just like a normal Monday morning. It went like this...

Bzzz..... Bzzz....

I turned over, ignoring my buzzing alarm.

BZzzz.... BZzzzz....

I continued to ignore it, too in love with my dream.

BZZZ.... BZZZZZ....

BZZZ....BZZZZ!

"CASEY!" I opened my eyes and turned off my alarm. "Huh... wha? who? Nooo" I said to myself, still not aware my mom had barged into my room. "CASEY! Wake up! Your gonna be late for school!" "Whaaa? 5 more minutes." I replied turning over and closing my eyes. My mother sighed and threw the duvet off of me and dragged me out of bed. "CASEY SMITH!!" I opened my eyes. "whaaa? why am I on the floor? what time is it?" I asked, confused. " Nearly 9! You slept in! your late for school!" She replied. What? I slept in THAT late? Wow. I must have been tired. When did I go to sleep?

I stood up and walked down the stairs. "Ok, ok! Whats for breakfast?" I asked. Boy, was I hungry! My mother rushed down the stairs after me. "Oatmeal. What do you expect? Go get changed!" She shouted. Sheesh lady. Give me time! I ran up the stairs and straight to my bedroom. I just threw some random clothes on my bed, not caring what I wore for school. Wow, so not girly. I got changed, brushed my teeth and hair and rushed back down stairs. I'm positive I look like a weirdo right now. I sat down on the table across from my mother. I was an only child, and my father usually worked late nights so when I was awake he was probably still asleep. I only had an hour with him once I got back from school, so I don't really know my father.