Anna diaries

Anna diaries

Felix

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A young girls writes about her life in her diary prior to a confrontation with her classmates that leads to murder, will her diary help the detective solve the case and put the culprit behind bars

Anna diaries Chapter 1 1

Do you all want to know? The story of my everyday life. Of course you do. Mum as usual is busy with breakfast while Dad is still on bed. I just wished he could get a job. Mum pays for all the bills including my school fees. We still don't know why he quit his job. School!!! I almost forgot. (Smiling ) Come to think of it. What do I tell you? I am messed up girl who is in love with her Literature Teacher,Mr Ben. He is the best teacher for any student. He won Student's Favourite Teacher of the year three times. He is like Superman, so cute and strong. "Anna Jones !" Oh dear...that's mum.

Yes, that's my name. I'm Anna Jones of Brooks Street. My family became popular in the neighborhood after my parent's big fight. Since that day,I'm surprised that they are still married. Ever since then ,everyone calls us the Jones of Brooks Street. More like "The Broken Jones of Brooks Street." "Anna! Am I suppose to tell you when to come down for breakfast?" "Sorry mum" Wait for it,wait,wait,just a little while " Go and get your Dad " I don't need to remind you guys. My parents don't talk to each other. I'm like their communication device. Yes Dad,a deep sleeper, lazy and...never mind. "Dad? Wake up. Mum has prepared breakfast fast," " Leave me alone Anni," he said Anni...I love it when he calls me that. I prefer Anni to Anna. Anna sounds like trouble. Look at this man. He's sleeping again. Awwn...he looks happy in his sleep. I'll leave him to sleep. Sweet dreams Daddy. "Where is he? I mean the lazy man," mum enquired. " He wouldn't wake up. You know him," I answered. "He's lucky I'm in a good mood today" Talk of good mood. Thank God .Now, I can ask for money for new notes. This kind of mood is rare and opportunity they say comes but ones. "Mum?...can I ask for money now?" "There you go. How much this time?" "One thousand naira. As in 1-0-0-0" "Do you think money grows on trees, Anna?" She asked. "Please...." "Don't give me that look Anna." The puppy eyes. Always works on mums. Wait...relax... don't chew me raw. I know it doesn't work on all mums but Mrs. Jones always falls for it. "Fine! Check my purse. This is the last time," she said. "Thank you mum." I always hug her when I get something I wanted from her and she loves them. She even gave it a name; Anna of Brooks Street Hugs.. Before I forget, I need to check my school timetable for Tuesday. I have Maths, English,Economics and after the break; I have literature, two periods. Can this day get any worse? SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL Knowledge High School, Nigeria. I'm in SS2 (Senior Secondary 2)and it's the second term. I'm an Art student who is aspiring to become Knowledge High School's Literature Teacher. Don't look at me...I can do anything to be with him. I mean literally anything. Maybe he will finally notice me. By then, it won't be a Student Teacher relationship but a Teacher Teacher relationship accepted by all. We could get married and have the chance to fu.... "Oops...sorry. Day dreaming again?" Stella Monte. The Literature Club Queen. Through her talent in writing stories, she was able to achieve the title. Last year, she published seven books. No one has ever taken the title. The Literature teacher calls her Chinua Achebe. I'm 100% sure the man won't name her after himself. Rubbish! "I'm sure if I buy you classes Stella. You still won't see. So don't apologize" "Maybe cause you are too invisible," she said walking to the class. Invisible?! Can you imagine?! Invisible... Yeah...she had a point. Mr. Ben doesn't even know me. All he knows is that I'm a student. Half of the school do not know I exist. Mmm...but that's about to change. Last term I enrolled in the Literature Club and I can only be granted access if I'm able to write a wonderful story. Why do you think I new notes? Haha.... I just need an inspiration. I can't use Mr. Ben as one because I might end up writing a porn story. "What are you thinking about," a familiar voice spoke. Jess! Teny J! God ! Can you stop doing that. "You startled me. Jess...Teny J" "Sorry...I just saw you lost in your thoughts again," he said smiling Teny J aka Mr. Weirdo and my best friend. We've been friends from primary school days and have stocked together for years. He wants to become a Lawyer. Good luck to him "Anna, I just saw the Maths Teacher." "Why did he decide to come today?" The problem is not that I hated Maths but Mr. Akan is my Sunday School Teacher ( a teacher a teaches teen section in church before the main service). He never misses a class whether sick or not. It's like he comes to class to teach only me. He expects me stay away from kids who don't answer questions in class. He acts like he's my fucking Uncle. Sorry...no swearing. He also acts like my parents asked him to keep an eye on me. I won't be surprised if mum did. You can imagine my suffering. " let's go Anna. It's too early to complain," Teny said dragging me to class. Am I complaining? Someone help me. Please....I need help.

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