What worries you, Catherine?

I'll be honest, my life isn't exactly great. Yesterday at school we were all given a mentor whom we can talk to about our problems. Personally, I don't see the point in this and besides, mine looks about ninety and talks to me like I'm about three.

Last night I had a dream. A perculiar yet exciting dream. I was running. Running fast. Very fast. I jerked backwards before I fell into complete darkness. I heard a voice. An echo far in the distance. Catherine? Catherine? Catherine? It began to get louder. Much louder! CaThErInE? CATHERINE?! It took me a few seconds to realise that, that was my name that was being called! And that was it... all I can remember.

I don't feel confortable telling people about my worries and concerns. I mean seriously, it's none of their buisness, plus, when one person knows- everyone knows!It's like chinese whispers and that's the worst bit... Catherine, are you ok? Oh Catherine, whats wrong? If you need anything Catherine, just ask! Honestly! I'm fifteen now, surely people know that i'm NOT a baby any more! I can make my own desicions. I can vend for myself.

There's this gorgeous boy at school. He's blonde and tanned and so sophisticated. I think I may well have fallen in love with him! Alright, alright, I'll stop as this is starting to sound like a cheesy fairytale but I guess it's all true. My older sister, Beatrice, always used to tell me to be careful with boys because you never know when they'll let you down and just walk out of the picture and gentally fall into some other girls dream,some place else, away from you so they don't feel guilty that they've torn your heart apart. "If you fall for two people, always choose the second because if you really love the first, there wouldm't be a second." So, as silly as it sounds, I love this boy and if it wasn't for the fact that I liked him, then I wouldn't be writing about him, would I?

My mentor is called Mrs Brown, only she wants me to call her Shelly as Mrs Brown is to formal and she wants me to feel like I can talk to her as someone who isn't a teacher. Shelly is ok I guess, abit boring and slow but she wants to help me and she does it in her spare time so, I suppose I will have to be grateful of dear Shelly, I just don't know how far I can trust someone that I don't know!

Some things are a bit out of place. I'm talking about my family. None of us are alike. Like chalk and cheese the lot of us. However, I always get picked on for being 'the one that broke the mould.' It's like they don't care about me as much as I care about them- well that's what it seems like anyway. My dad and brother are not bothered about anything else othat than football. If it's me then they are totally oblivious but if it's footbal... whoa! That's a whole other story. Me? I loath football with a passion. My mum is a lawyer, dedicated to her job, she makes sure that other people's problems are taken care of and she gets extremley stressed because of this! last but not least, there's my ten year old twin sisters,Talulah and Paige. They're sweet but oh so annoying! They have their own language that they say only they can understand. Little do they know that they do it so often that I've been able to pick it up. I know that you shouldn't have favourites but I do. I prefer Paige. She's funny and caring and she's also as skinny as a rake. Paige enjoys school and she is doing really well at school, whereas, Tallulah is a bit of a rat.She's bossy and annoying and she always gets what she wants and when she wants it!

I can't say that school is one of my favourite things in the world but I get to see and talk to my friends who I cherish the most, so if you skip out the lessons, school isn't that bad! My best subject is English, I love English and the best part is, I can already speak English. That's what I like, I don't have to learn what I already know, we learn about interesting things. Got to get ready to go now as mum has just called me downstairs as she's just finished ironing my skirt. I just think I know what to Shelly though.

As I walked into the pastel blue quiet room, I immediately saw Shelly. She had her pink, ballpoint parker pen and her bright green filofax as usual. As we were begining to talk, the familiar voice asked "What worries you, catherine?" And I still have to stop and think of what on earth to say.