Unfamous and Incredible Journal of Lumière
an excerpt

Chapter 1-
A journal entry 1

Where do the snowflakes go when they fall on the ground? Why is it that when we are teenagers, we have to face this tragic happenstance called puberty? Why did I even bother falling in love with this guy? I never expected this experience to be this hard after all. On top of that, I have to focus on my exams that are coming up... I hate it, I hate growing up and I hate the consequences that follows this stupid growing up. I wonder if sometime, something good will come out of this life I was given by my mother.

Why is it that I always end up going in bed with all these questions and that I end up writting everything in my journal in order to be able to sleep? Filling these filthy white pages with blue ink, black ink, red ink... Does it really matter to me when I write these?

What about the happy momens in my life, if there are any? Why do I never write these anyway? Why can't I ever remember a great moment in my life???

In the end, all of this ranting ends up hurting my brain, it ends up making me tired and instead of having a wonderfuly filled sleep with good dreams of my crushes, I end up with nightmares instead and I deal with it all night long. What a shame, I really need help perhaps...

Ok, perhaps this is the moment to tell everyone, or perhaps the ones that read my journal what really happened that I am so strange. I will write it in the way I deem to be clear, it doesn't matter if you end up not understanding any of this, as long as you have read it, that is all that matters really.

Are you guys ready? Ready to penetrate my life and disrupt your behavioral sense in order to seriously understand what you are about to read? Are you guys ready to waste a part of your life in order to get the idea behind the picture I will present you?

Go ahead, laugh all you want...

I'm seriously starting...

It has started already... I presume.

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It's monday morning, again. The weekend has just ended and school has been going on it has been a month already. Halloween is approaching and I still haven't decided what I was going to wear to go to school for that day. Imagine, I must be the only freak that loves anime and that actually wants to cosplay... My whole world is crumbling apart. Worst, I am an artist, nobody thinks good of artists it seems these days, not even my parents! They think I am crazy for following all of this artist's shit. BUT, inside of me, I feel it, I feel the burning desire to continue and piss off my parents for some reason I can not identify yet. Someday, perhaps, I will.

Ok, perhaps I am thinking way too much ahead of time since Halloween is less important then my studies.
Art is less important then my studies as well. That is what my parents wants me to think.
Hell, no.

Look at that, it's already 7:30 in the morning and I am already ranting while looking at my ceiling...
I seriously need help don't I?

As I get up, I look at my stupid face in the mirror, same lame face as usual. My straight long black hair hangs on my head like spider web. Thanks dad for this stupid haircut! Luckily, I was able to sneak a few red strips in there, otherwise people would look at me and say: "Dang girl, you look like your dad."
In my head, I would only reply: "Fuck this shit asshole."

BUT, I have to be polite in order to be loved it seems. Politeness is absolute in my family, otherwise you get punished.

Back to the mirror, other then my hair, I notice my blue eye and my brown eye, the only thing I like about my face really. A lot of my friends consider this "lucky" and I always think that there is never anything related to luck when you have two different colored eyes, it's because you have talent that you have two different colored eyes.

My nose, small, perfect.
My mouth, my lips, just good enough for me, especially since I sneaked once again a secret in the back of my parents as I have pierced it twice on each side.
Gosh, I remember when I arrived home, my mom fainted and my dad punished me for 5 freaking months.
I wasn't allowed to go out after 6 o' clock in the night, it was ... not fun.

I use to get under my blankets with my headphones on my head and listen to my music loud enough so I wouldn't hear what was going on around me. These were the best fucking five months of my life, I have to admit.

Maybe it was a good punishment in the end. I don't know, my mind is always strange like that.

Back to my mirror again.
I run to the bathroom and get a wet face cloth in order to wash away the night's uglyness and I come back in my room to do my usual round of makeup... As soon as I am about to penetrate my darkest of all domains, I notice the object of my fear: my twin sister.

She is everything opposite of me, why is she called my twin sister anyway?

She's got beautiful brown hair, the same eyes as me, except hers are inversed. She's got the same nose and the same lips, except hers aren't pierced by what my mother calls the "demon rings". On top of that, she isn't an artist, she's a total intelligent person and she is quite popular at school. LUCKY her.

She isn't into cosplay or even anime, she is just a normal kid like everyone else. LUCKY her.

All she does is smile at me and head to the bathroom. I am sure she despise me and that she is scared of catching whatever disease I am representing. We use to be so close when we were little, but now, she is very distant and therefore, perhaps, she hates me.

The only person that loves me is in my mirror, in my room.