Dear Diary,
Remember me? I'm Adrian Alexander Hamilton.
I know I haven't talked to you in a while, but I am now a 17 year old boy. I'm also a Senior in high school. Oh, and just so you know, I'm Straight.
I attend Amadeus School of the Arts in case you forgot. My major is Music and I'm also in the student council. Yup, I am the President.
School is really fun. I actually just moved in today. I live in Dorm No. 7.
It's funny really. My friends say I'm a really nice guy, that I'm very helpful and I that I make everything I do look easy, I think that they're just exaggerating there though, I don't think that I'm that helpful, I could be doing a lot more to help people out, I suppose that also makes me a bit of a gentleman as well, you know the whole holding doors open for people, helping people carry things, assisting people in need, the chivalrous knight in shining armour thing, I suppose that makes sense, I could never stand to see a girl get hurt by anybody, I know what you're thinking, saving the damsel in distress right? I wouldn't go that far, I'd just say that I'm protective and hate to see a girl cry, everybody thinks that I get good grades easily though, that must be what they mean by I make everything look easy, but really it is easy, not that I'm bragging or anything but paying attention in classes and a little study helps after all, next time there's a test coming up, I'll see if anybody needs help to study., but I'm not sure about that. As you know, I like to help people out, take care of people, listening to and playing music, something a lot of people do these days but hey, its something I'm proud of, winter clothes, I know it's a weird thing to like, I just love being warm, its hard to enjoy yourself and have fun if you're stuck in bed sick after all, but even if I like the warm weather, I think snow is still pretty cool, even if I usually get sick from it.. . I also don't really care for being cold, hence the whole winter clothes thing, ice-cream, watermelon, meat pies, strawberries are just a few foods I don't like, not really a big deal I suppose but might as well mention it, seeing girls cry is something I can't really stand for, can't stand fights either, I mean I've gotten into my share of fights but it's not something I enjoy but being a "Chivalrous gentleman" usually gets me into a few fights, suppose that it only makes sense that I hate it more when I see boys make girls cry, I don't usually get annoyed easily but that is something that I can't help, cheating is something that gets done a lot, it really does annoy me, both the test kind and the relationship kind just so you know, its not helping me with the chivalry thing is it?. As usual, my past hasn't really changed. You know all about it right? You don't remember I bet. I'll tell you again.
My parents raised me in difficult times, they were going through financial troubles and were working their fingers to the bone just trying to lead a normal life, it wasn't easy for me growing up but my parents loved me and that was good enough for me, by the time I was 6, I was going through school as well as babysitting, did I forget to mention? I have two younger sisters, I grew up taking care of both of them when my parents were busy, in other words, most of the time, my parents did help though, they taught us all how to cook and clean, basically take care of ourselves, we were always looking out for each other, by day we led our school life just like any other kid, by night, we helped our parents and studied for our classes, especially in music based classes, I was always getting the top marks, my friends always heard the teacher ranting and raving about how I was practically a genius when it came to music, I still think they made those stories up though. When I was 13 though, I suppose you could call it a "lucky break" for our family, my father managed to get himself a high paying job, earning enough to provide for all of us, the only drawback was that he would be working overseas for pretty much the whole year, he only visited us at Christmas, I don't think my sisters have figured out who Santa was this whole time, he always did have a soft spot for those two, my mother eventually sank into depression and had to quit her job, no amount of love or company from us could cure her loneliness and she eventually passed away, father didn't even show up for the funeral...that day, we were all left with a feeling of being alone, nobody was ever the same after she died, whenever I played an instrument, I seemed to make the crowd burst into tears, even father was a bit off whenever he visited, I was left to take care of my sisters while juggling my school grades as well as honing my musical talents.
When I turned 15 seemed to be the turning point in my life, father managed to get a job back home to take care of his daughters and sent me off to Amadeus School of the Arts, where I excelled in music, my previous teacher always called me a musical prodigy and I've managed to hold onto that part of my life, hard to believe I'm still a musical prodigy here among others, I suppose I should be proud, I'm now 17 and a senior at Amadeus, I've been practising playing music a lot since I first got here and I want to show everyone why people call me a musical prodigy, some may call it bragging but music is a way to express one's feelings and that's just what I'm going to do.
But you know, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. I have this secret. Something only I can tell you. Keep it a secret okay? Don't tell a soul. Promise? Good. Well here goes...
The thing is, I'm a murderer is one way to put it, I got into a fight with a few older boys a few years back and I accidentally hit one of them too hard, he didn't get back up, since then I've been seeing therapists constantly to try and help me get over my bursts of anger and my needs to hurt somebody, I can't help it...sometimes I just want to sit there and watch somebody bleed....I know what you're thinking, I'm insane right? I suppose you would be right there...while I'm writing all of this, I might as well tell you that I've got a rare disease that makes me cough up some of my blood from time to time, I've managed to hide it from everyone I know so far but I thought I should tell you while I'm still here.
So you're going to keep this secret safe for me right? Good. Thanks a lot my friend. Oh and if you tell on me, I'm going to tell Vellond121 on you. But anyway, that's enough for now. I shall write more as school goes on. Don't miss me too much!
Your buddi,
Adrian