It’s been a while I know, I’ve been unsure of posting this but I’ve concluded I might as well. This is the first entry of me trying to write a short story narrative. I give you “Alesha’s Diary”.
Day 1 – Monday:
“Mum said it would be a good idea for me to write a diary. So yeah, here goes. I went school today. That teacher again pulled me up about my school uniform, she was like: “Alesha, wear your tie properly.” I don’t even know her problem man. People expect me to be perfect, probably because I’m an only child. That teacher though, she’s only been there for like what, few weeks; always against me, reminds me of my Pastor. Every Sunday after service, he hunts me down with his gold watch shining in my face as he shakes his hand trying to make a point, constantly asking me why I’m not a worker at the church, or why I don’t come to evangelism every Saturday, like I even want to be seen with him or the church outside of Sunday when I’m forced to go with Mum. I’m 15, I don’t want to be going to a cruddy little building at 9am in the morning a few hours before anyone else does. Can’t even sleep when we’re praying because Pastor’s wife will be on me quick, saying that whole ‘Devil wants you to sleep’ talk like she does every week. Evangelism’s the worst though, Saturday when my Mum went, I didn’t obvs (haha I’m getting hang of this writing to myself yano lol) and then I go along when I’m with Grace and Kelly from school going there in town and they’re there with their big leaflet things, the way I had to duck and dive. Mum still saw me though, she pulled me up later. I can’t do this man. Gosh. I hate my life.”
Next entry soon.