Big brother

1.Beacon hills here am

Dear Diary, Why am I writing a diary? Oh yeah, my psych advised me to lead him, I don't know what to do to help me. I have no problems. So I'm writing something, though it doesn't matter. So to some, probably important thing. I'll be moving to Beacon Hills. Behind the rest of his family, mother Melissa and brother Scott. Our divorce, and they agreed to be with my father, Rafael McCall. I do not mind it. I just don't understand why now in my mem cycle, puberty, I have to follow my mother. And at all, I'm 17. I'm the Queen of Nothing Well, back to the point. I'll be moving. Just tomorrow. Yay. But it won't change me. I'm going to sleep, maybe the best personal one
I am the Queen of Nice Well, back to the thing. I'll be moving. Just tomorrow. Yay. But it won't change me. I'm going to sleep, maybe finally I'll sleep in the beauty. (It's bad, say good night to diary) Nelie was running from her car to the house, always with the best box "Where did we get so many things ?! she yelled at her father, who was helping. "Nelie, you always had to have everything, even if you didn't need it. So don't ask me." Nelie would have been shy about her behavior, when she always had to, but there was no time for it, because she was pulling another box and just thinking how difficult it was and when it would end. "Are you sure mom can do so many things?
"Melissa can't wait for you and I think you have it." Nelie nodded and thought, not having a bad relationship with her mother. She just didn't see her as needed and got used to her father. She didn't blame anyone, the parents divorce, one child stays with her mother, the other with her father, so that there is no problem, she understands. But still, she wasn't sure that she would take her boxes well and the fact that Nelie was going to be with them again and play with her family while the father was sleeping in the hotel. "What's up, Nelie?" He asked her. "Just curious and I am a little scared. You know it." She shrugged and sat in the car as she put the last box in the trunk. Done. They could go. "It'll be good. If you don't leave a big love here that you didn't tell me." Nelie won't care how many things she laughed. Actually, she was leaving the house so much. There was no love, no BF. It is in every story: She left no one and nothing and at the same time hoped to find a sense of life in BH. if the Journey was not long - and Nelie slept it in the first place, as in any journey that lasted more than 10 minutes. Rafael just smiled and woke her when he stopped. "Are we here yet?" She looked up at him sleepily, wishing she would say no: I changed my mind, we stayed at home. But instead he said, "Already." Nelie didn't want to spoil him, so she smiled and then stepped out. She glanced at her - immediately in the doorway she saw Melissa, Scott, and someone she didn't know. Well, maybe Scott's buddy. Or a boy? She shrugged, not her thing. Rafael smiled encouragingly at her and looked at her to go
he urged them to come to them, that they would take care of things later. Nelie sighed, then followed them. Melissa smiled at her and hugged 1i. "Welcome home." Nelie translated it to: Welcome to hell, daughter. She didn't even know why she said goodbye to her father, who hadn't forgotten to remind her that she would see herself coming back to him at any time. "Dad, I'll get back to you. I'll be fine, don't worry. I'm going to go unpack." She kissed his cheek and went inside, promising her that the room would show her. Rafael and Melissa looked at each other carefully, not thinking it was going well. Meanwhile, Scott led Nelie into the room. It was terribly strange for everyone, and they knew. that they must get used to themselves
"So, what's it like at school? It's such a typical high school, where it offers you drugs, there is a school star, and so on?" Nelie began somehow. Scott thought. Drugs? Werewolves. Stars? Murderers. All the problems "Yeah, exactly. You'll definitely be another one of the stars." They turned. Isaac. "And are you?" Nelie watched him "Isaac. I live here too." "Are you Scott's friend? You know, like ... sexual." Scott and Lsaac rolled out the Dad. "No, I'm not. Even though I'm going to sleep with him in bed now. I'm a friend. "Skoda, I wanted to be the best Kamarada gay, I guess I have a different story." Isaac and Scott looked at each other.

Dear Diary, I am in Beacon Hills. Even in the room, but I'm not sure I can call him my room for his own. Scott told me that Isaac lived in this room (I thought he was gay, but he didn't. And he's really hot. I'm talking to myself again / talking to the diary, what's worse? I'm waiting for the answer), so I think it's more like his room than I have to do tomorrow. Yay. So good, diary. Tomorrow, I will not be decisive in beauty. So good, a diary