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Adolescence is where you find yourself. It's always where you begin to discover that not everything is good. Ashley Austin isn't new to these discovers. Here, in her diary, she writes down everything that she finds important and too personal to share anywhere else. Flip through the pages and get a taste of who Ashley is.

June 8, 2011

Dear Diary,

This is my first entry.  I’d just like to introduce myself. I’m Ashley Austin. I live in London, England. My mother is Sylvia, my father is Kent, and my older (extremely protective) brother is Daren.  I have a cat named Paw. D. always told me “London. . . it’s made for you, it’s made from poetry-” While he said this he’d pet my hair (it was always crazed by curls) but my father would always interrupt with “London is for scums nothing but beggars and stray dogs”. Also. . . where I live, my house. . . its cold, so cold that its hardens the heart. Though the house itself is beautiful and decorated with. . . dead daffodils. Day in, day out it’s flooded with yelling and cries. London doesn’t deserve this loveless home. Daren is the only good thing in this pathetic house, well except Paw of course. At my school, I have six best friends. They are Savanna Smith, Abbi Mel, Kenya Mel, Bell Jo, Jake Pram and Derrick Sky, they make everything better.  Luckily, there’s English Language Arts. . . and Lee Smith. School isn’t really my thing though. . . yes, everyone says I’m a genius, but I don’t see it. I prefer writing over school, which sounds strange, being that you write at school. Anyways, the bus is coming soon so I better go.

-Ashley

June 9, 2011

Dear Diary,

Its the last day of school. I over heard that there is a new place opening, a place for young writers. I wish I could go but. . . oh well.Today I got pink highlights, they look interesting against my long, black hair. It was my birthday present to myself.  My birthday is tomorrow, I’ll be turning seventeen. All I can hear right now is the similar sounds of yelling, crying, and smashing coming from my parents. It scares me, but I can’t do anything and Daren has already tried. . . the result was a broken arm. Paw has his head buried in my neck, hidden behind my hair. Its gonna be a late night.

-Ashley

June 9, 2011

Dear Diary,

I was up all night. The sounds of mom and father’s fighting shook the whole house. Daren came in around two am to check on me. He sat on my bed with me, combing my hair with his fingers. He stayed with me until dawn. He kissed me on the forehead and ran downstairs after whispering happy birthday.

-Ashley

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