This isn't your typical high school tale... 

"The 'Divas' messed with the wrong Bitch"

St. Nicholas High-'The Column'




Annabel Mace just turned sixteen, five years after "acute lymphoblastic leukemia" ALL for short took her mom away. Turning sixteen is supposed to be sweet but to Anna, without her mom it was anything but. Having no friends, dad always away, stepmom- a bitch, stepbrother - a pain in the ass, she chose to confide in her long lost confidante, Dia whom she stopped speaking to after her mom's demise. Entry after entry she poured out the  emotions that came with this new age to Dia who never judged her, whom she trusted with her dirtiest and ugliest secrets, including her crush on Liam Denvers, the hottest boy in school. A modern Greek god. St. Nicholas High- all time sweetheart, captain of the football squad. The boy who makes her heart race. And her hate for Felicia Burner, a single divorcée, her father's former secretary, Henry's mom and the gold digger her dad had married three years after her mom died. Even her disdain for Henry Burner, the stupid stepbrother she got from the wedlock. And her adventures as she crosses items from her 'Sixteen-to-do-list'. But when the notorious 'Divas' of St. Nicholas High (Mia Hover, Susan Sams and Alicia Stones) gets wind of their deepest secrets, sixteen became an age she would never forget. 

What will beget of Annabel Mace, will the pain forever mar her, will she be able to rise above the pangs, will Dia become a memory of the past, will she forge ahead with their friendship, will Liam Denvers keep his promise of being her prom date after realizing her infatuation towards him, will Felicia Burner ever forgive her, will Henry Burner ever speak to her again, will Daddy be able to look at her again, will she be able to face the school again and will her life ever know happiness once more?

Find out in the book "Dear Dia; My Sweet Sixteenth Diary". 

                               Josephine Boldface.

          

Dear Dia; My Sweet Sixteenth Diary

I told myself that I wouldn't forgive him. That I would sooner die than fall for his pathetic pleas… again. I had built up strong formidable walls that his words wouldn't leave as much as a crack, talk more of penetration. But seeing him there, sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. Those autumn-brown eyes boring into mine, pleading, begging, screaming one word "Sorry!", I… I… 


Why don't I take a few steps back and tell you how and why I found myself in such a heart-shattering situation. 


It happened a few moments ago. Or more accurately put, some hours ago. It's only by a tiny thread that I'm even writing to you, Dia. 


Today, as a Monday, started pretty much blissful. Considering the events of yesterday, I was practically walking on the clouds. I had awoken with a smile on my lips, an effect of the dream I had. Mom had visited my dreams like I had anticipated. 


AN OLIVE BRANCH