Hannah Nicole Gage :Diary of a teenager

I hope that I can use this, as a way of showing the world certain things that I would like everyone to hear.

But then again who would like to listen to a 14 year old girl ramble on about the misadventures of her life? Pretty boring in my opinion. I suppose it's funny when you put it like that! but anyway I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let me start of with why I am writing in this online book. Technically, this is going to be like a diary of some of the kind, I like writing. and creating my own world's in stories! but best of all I love! creating characters for the books!! But this isn't going to be a story, it's going to be more of just a documentary. Of things that happen in the world and how it impacts a individual as such.

And since it's a nice little way of talking, since I have no one else to talk to. I kinda got the journalism idea form Anne Frank. (one of my favourite authors) she did the same thing with her diary. she wrote letters to a character called "kitty" which was inspiration from her favourite author. And now I'm doing the same as her! how cool is that?! :D

so I might have to put the whole inspiration thing into some planning, but I'll figure it out eventually.

"So far my day has been quiet, mother is still asleep. And my father had to leave early to go to work to come home again later today.

I think about a week ago, (could be wrong). My dad's working helper quit working for him, so dad had to put in a new advertisement paper to find a new co worker to do his job.

My dad works at the airport, he works for avis car rentals. Sometimes (rarely) I have to go to the airport to help in out which is kinda fun not gonna lie! it keeps us busy. And it gives me something to do other than be stuck inside me room all the time! lol.

Sometime this week, dad told me and mother that he found a new co-worker! we where happy for him. he said the new guy was quite new, and still learning but father said he should get the hang of things in due time.

I'm hoping that I can try to do something fun to keep myself occupied while mum and dad do "GrOwN Up StUfF!" lol. aka (food shopping)

and incase your wondering what age I am to say that? I'm 14. Almost 15, my birthday is coming up soon and I'm sightly looking forward to it... I guess..

anyways, nothing much has been happening.

I'll probably have a shower get dressed and all, and see what the day Brings. until then cya on the next page!

yours -

Hannah

"3:15 pm"

"Dear Anneliese."

Mother and I went to my grandparents house to see them and their black dog ebony. we arrived at their house and we walked in and my grandmother greeted us warmly. Then ebony came running in, jumping all over us.

we sat down and talked, I wasn't really engaging though. it was more adult matters,

however I was looking through my phone until my dear grandmother leaned in close to me. she told me that the nextdoor neighbours are moving different houses. The Pepole that live their have a daughter, she was one of those girls that have "mommy and daddy issues" she and her sister often hear Thier mother yelling at her previous husband. And Thier daughter does the house work for her parents and cooking dinner even though that's her mother's job.

We met at school but I couldn't be around her because when she was, she would throw me onto her shoulder and pick me up in dangerous ways to the point I was clinging onto her clothes for dear life! even though I tried to get away from her she would never leave me alone. She never ment to harm me, she's just too rough because I'm so small.

My mother and my grandparents and I we all laughed and talked, while ebony was running her pretty little feet of the ground as if she could leap like a gazelle!! we had lunch with them and they needed help fixing their TV so while they were working that out I just sat and chilled.

We came home saw that my father had come home from work and that was that.

- Yours

Hannah.

"8:55"pm

Dear Anneliese,

Me mum and dad spent some time at home for a while, I read books. Written in my other diaries, and talked to myself or fictional characters in my head. I went into my office where I do my ✨"*creative magic!*".✨

My office space is on the second floor of the house, my parents and I live in a two story house, big, but not very wide. I have a wardrobe, shelves filled with books! a small shelf with "Half-Written" diaries. and a glass desk with foldable legs made out of steel metal. and I have a huge window so I can see outside, it's kinda like Anne Frank's attic really! haha! In my office I also have these coloured plastic boxes with weels on them.

(My mum likes to call them tubs!).

inside them are stuffed toys from my childhood that I used to play with. I was bored and walked over to a blue tub and sat on my knees and lifted the lid. I saw all my old belongings but there was one that really struck my heartstrings..

it was a small coffee coloured bear with gleaming small brown eyes. Brown sewed nose, small ears and tail, and a little bright pink bow on the crest of its chest and neck.

This was not some ordinary bear though, it once belonged to my late-grandmothers friend (who I like to call my godmother) pearl's bear that she had as a child.

My nanny died from heart issues. I came to my dad's parents house not even knowing she had died because no one told me! I woke up one morning with mother and father telling me that we where having a sleepover at their house. Of course I believed them!! We packed our things and we where off. but they seemed sad about something.. I kept telling them if anything was wrong but they just shoved me off. i believed everything for the entire day and that was...

Until I found out that my nanny had gone...

at first I didn't believe them when they told me she joined the stars in the night sky. I waited but she never came back...

I was miserable. but I've gotten over it. But I try to keep her soul alive.

but that bear is important to me because of her... she died when I was only 6 years old.

So having that item makes me feel as if she's still here. Even though I can't remember her at all other than her appearance and the sound of her laugh..

I miss her alot, and I hope she knows. and I bet you know how that feels since your father died too when you where little Anneliese.

" We may be both be physical and Fictional beings, but we both know tragedy. And that is a subject that can cross all borders of realism and non-reality beings. "

Pleasant night!

- Yours

Hannah.