Trust mum to buy me a diary for my fifteenth. I should have realized when I saw that smile on her face. You know the one I mean, the sort that just screams “you’re going to hate this present but your mum thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the world for you.” But of course, I got all excited and actually expected her to have got me something decent this year. Ripping off the shiny pink wrapping paper I was faced with the monstrosity of monstrosities. The cover was lime green leather, with a fluorescent purple heart sewed into the middle. The pages inside were all a matching shade of purple with green lines etched into the paper.
“So?” My mother asked. “What do you think?” I didn’t reply straight away. The diary lay in the palms of my hands. “It’s so you can write down your feeling and emotions.” She babbled, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. I didn’t want to write down my feelings and emotions, I wanted to keep them locked away in my head. Where they belonged. “I just saw it in the shop and thought of you straight away.” Thought of me, my mother must be out of her mind, how could she see this and think of me? “I just knew you would love it”Steadily I looked up at her and plastered on my widest, fakest smile.
“I love it mum” I told her, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. In the corner my little brother was practically wetting himself, “really I do.” I’m not joking, at this she actually squealed and clapped her hands.
“I always wanted a diary when I was little” she gushed, “But we could never afford to waste money” She looked sad for a moment, Gran and Granddad had had never been well off, and mum had worked really hard to make sure that Stuart and I always had what we wanted. Within seconds though she returned to her normal over hyperactive state that resembled a five year old on E numbers. She leapt up and catapulted herself out of the sitting room, as she crashed around the kitchen searching for candles and the cake. I was left with a brother in hysterics and diary that I had to now fill.