Charlotte: I wish I were small

School is boring most of the time. There are so many morons, we take years to get an idea into their heads and they’ve forgotten it a week later. I keep to myself at school, they all think I’m a freak of nature anyway. That covers most people. GrandpaBill is just about the only person I can talk to ( he’s the only one who calls me Charlie ). Often he just listens, even so, I can tell he doesn’t understand me most of the time.

I don’t know where I belong; I wish I could go back to being small when everything was done for me and I didn’t mind.

I don’t like feeling like this. I don’t want to die either, if that’s what you’re worrying about.

Introducing Charlotte

My name is Charlotte, my parents and friends call me Lo Lo, except for when they’re angry with me, which is most of the time at the moment . I’m fourteen years old (nearly 15)

I hate my mom
I hate my dad
I hate school
I hate most people
I hate being at home
I hate going out
I hate being with people
I hate being alone
I hate HATE!

I read somewhere that it’s a good idea to write things down, so that’s what I’m going to do from now on, but don’t think this is anything as cheesy as a ‘diary’.

The list above is in the order of what I detest the most. My mom comes first. She thinks she’s so perfect and she’s always right. Thank God I don’t look like her, I think I’d explode if anyone told me I look like her. I’m like my dad, I’m clever like my dad (I can’t wait for him to see my report – it’s going to prove everyone wrong) and I have inherited his dark hair and brown eyes, which I hate too and I forgot to put in the list. Did I mention my rule. I’m not allowed to change anything I write here so my feelings stay 100% honest.