Dear Diary;

What a ridiculous thing to do!

I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now?

I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes.

My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much!

I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

I still remember the last moments at that hellhole called school. It was before the summer vacation, the last dance, I didn’t want to go to the last dance because since I was over weight

as per the outlook of our wonderful world

I was the “easy target” of the school, everyone made fun of me and no-one liked me but my mother made me go and of course this is what happened;

I got this amazing, halter neck, Champaign color dress it was a silk river flowing down my body. It's just the perfect style to hide my ekstra pound or two. As I walked in and made my way to the table furthest away from everyone I saw out of the corner of my eye someone making his way towards me as I turned, I caught my breath as it was Chad coming my way with his best friend Eric.

Eric was always the quiet one in the group, the one that seemed to have a little more compassion and humanity deep down while Chad was the “leader” he was mean and arrogant and didn’t care about anyone but himself. Unfortunately, Eric always followed his lead.

Chad gave me that gorgeous smile he always wore amongst the female race. I felt like melting but then I knew something was amiss why on earth would he come towards me I glanced around me. There were no poplar’s around, and then I thought to myself

of course you idiot his coming to do the thing he always did, embarrass you

and just then I turned on my heels and hurried to the door.

As I was about to slip out someone appeared in front of me, I couldn’t remember who it was because I was lost in his eyes, so beautiful blue and shimmering like the sun’s rays reflecting of the ocean. A trembling feeling went down my spine, I wanted to press past him when he bent down and kissed me without wanting to. I kissed him back. It wasn’t a fairy tale “first kiss” moment, but there was most surely something more than just the kiss. I felt his lips wanting to part underneath mine but he pressed his lips in one stiff line and then he walked past me I glanced over my shoulder to see who it was when I got so pissed at myself, because he did it, he embarrassed me once again

I hate him so much, I hate this school, I hate this place!

the thought went threw me over and over – and that of course was my first kiss from the opposite gender-. I decided to do the lady like thing. Straightened my back, pulled in my breath, and just walked away. I kept on walking, resisting every inch in my body, wanting to turn back and give them a piece of my mind. Even though I could still hear the laughing as I walked out.

I suddenly got the feeling to glance down at my dress, and as I did, I caught my breath.

Fatso in red smudged all over my new dress

when? how? My brain could not register how that was humanly possible since the kiss felt like a mere second... not even

.

I probably overreacted just a bit when I swirled around, stalked towards him, punched him, and turned once more, and without a glance back, I walked home.

The end for now and hopefully forever, I don’t like talking about feelings and hate writing about it even more. That is probably the only positive thing of this dawn breaking. It forces me to stop writing and get my buttocks out of bed! Signing off…or whatever.

Zinnia

I got up unwillingly, my head spinning and stalked into the bathroom. I quickly stepped into the shower, and the hot water running over my body felt really good and relaxed my strained muscles. When I stepped out instantly, looking in the wall length mirror-deliberately put there by my mother to remind me of my ugly body. I studied myself, the water running down my wet, naked body. I told myself; “Well at least they won’t be able to call me fatso anymore, nor should they think I’m the weak person I was before.”

I studied my new gained body beautiful slim but strong I moved up to my face, my eyes so dark almost black was now almost cat like, my ears pointy but still made my face looked weirdly exotic and beautiful, my brunette hair hanging just above my bum, wavy, shining in the dim light seeping through the open window. I admired the new beauty I gained this summer if they only knew there were more to me than the new look. If they only knew, they would be afraid.

How I wished I could go back to my dad’s. I still remember how every day I wondered how he could be so exotically beautiful and I so…well…ugly. I can’t wait for this year to end so I can join him.

I always thought my dad abandoned me, and my mom let me believe it, but he didn’t.

She was still pretty pissed at him because he left her but I could totally understand why, she’s a manipulative bitch who only married him because he was a drop dead gorgeous elf of royal blood.

He couldn’t handle her any more. And I can’t handle her either.

Thank goodness I got most of my dad’s gene’s and now I’m an elf too, but there’s only a few problems and people in my way and the fact that I may be a target now because of my inheritance.

I glanced over at the clock and realized I was going to be late. I darted down stairs yelled a goodbye and I was off.

Now, I have to face the music.