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Liam Demitri Lewis, a happy-go-lucky kid…until his 16th birthday. Always caught in the middle of arguments between his torn apart family, his mother and father divorced when he was 5, both re-married to different people, and still constantly bickering. He’d had enough, he wanted out, and his mother wanted him out too. What with being pregnant and all, she didn’t want a manky teenager around playing loud guitar all night. He rented a small 2 room apartment and worked at a guitar shop to earn his money to pay for the rent.
Before he moved out, Liam had joined the band at school, playing bass and doing most of the lead vocals.
Later that year, just before he started college – where he continued his bass playing by starting a new band as quick as he could – he changed his style and dyed his fringe - which was rather long and flopped over the head band he used to use to keep it back – purple.
We join him on his first day at college where we are introduced to Sally.
Day 1
The tall 16 year old walked into the room, on his first day, wearing a pair of long black shorts below a dark, almost black, vest top and finished off with a pair of hi-top converse in black, folded over half-way. This array of dress combined with his purple dyed floppy fringe, and the scar on his right shoulder, almost made him look weird, until you noticed the girl sitting at the back of the room.
Her hair was black with some area’s clearly bleached and dyed pink, a while ago though, as it had faded quite a lot. She wore a black T-shirt that looked like it had been washed a million times, above a black pleated skirt with a few pink safety pins hanging off it. On her feet was a pair of knee high boots with pink decoration.
The girls name was Sally, and Liam fortunately, or possibly unfortunately, sat beside her for the first two hours he spent in the college. It was during the morning break he realised the mistake he may have made. From her bag she pulled a bottle of some cheap beer and downed the whole thing in one. Liam simply stared in surprise as she pulled another one out and did exactly the same thing again. It was only when she began sniffing the nail-polish that he realised his BIG mistake.
-Great, not only is she an alcoholic, she also sniffs solvents, for heavens sake is no-one normal?-
“Uh, should you be doing that?” He asked
She looked up
“No, not really, but I just don’t seem to be able to NOT do it”
“oh…”
“I know, I’ve tried” She looked almost angelic as she said it.
That evening Liam began writing his first ever diary. Sitting on his bed with a clean notebook open at the first page. Slowly he picked up his pen and wrote –
Dear Diary
Man that sounds amazingly lame. So this is the first Diary entry, in my fist ever diary.
Why bother? Hmm, good question. This is simply so I have a place to write down how I feel and any other random things I may think of.
I started College today, met a girl called Sally, she’s a pretty cool looking girl, Punk-rock chick. Shame she’s got a few issues, she’s an alcoholic, and she’s addicted to sniffing nail-varnish. I know it’s never really killed anyone to sniff the stuff, but it kills brain-cells apparently…
The college itself seems pretty cool, saw quite a few guys that reminded me of myself too. Which may or may not be a good thing, I mean, I know I have problems, I’m always depressed, I hardly ever smile, I wear eyeliner (but not in public), I sometimes wish I was dead, and just generally don’t feel complete. Sad really.
I guess that’s what happens to guys who leave home at 16 and then they never bother to go back to see the parents anymore because they honestly don’t care anymore and the parents obviously don’t either.
Well this opening Diary is starting to look pretty long to me, which is bad, long = revealing, revealing = too much info. So, signing off until next time I discover something interesting to write about.
Peace Out
Liam
Dear Diary
I finally started college today. Yay.
Anyway, there was this guy who kind of latched onto me pretty quick, I can only remember his first name though, Liam, cool name. And he's kinda cute, I think I could grow to like him.
He seems to like the same kind of music as me, and he mentioned something about playing bass in the band when he was back at school, shame I can't play anything, oh well, there are plenty of guys around the place that looked like they could.
I need to stop drinking like I do, and I need to stop the nail-varnish lark too, but I just don't seem to be able to…And I have tried so many times! This is driving me crazy…
OK, I'll stop there, because this is just pointless. Nobody's ever going to read my journal, no-ones ever going to try and help me because nobody truly cares…Nobody ever did, nobody ever will, they all just fucking love themselves too much to even notice an outcast like me who got into something she shouldn't have and is now screaming out in agony, screaming out for someone, ANYONE to help…
Signing Off
Sally P
