There may or may not be multiple books in this case, so hang on to that question.
Now, let's begin. Hopefully this isn't atrocious.
It all started with a falling star.
Dear ?
I'm supposed to write in you, diary thing. The doctors told me I needed to.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Vega, which means "falling star." I'm sixteen years old.
Now before I go any further, I need to inform you of some things.
First, this is what I look like:
I don't mean to brag or anything, but pretty cool huh? I love grape soda.
The second thing is that as I write, I'm in a mental institute. Why, you may ask?
Because I've done some things I'm not proud of. I'm not going to bother scribbling down the details; they're private.
However, I will tell you about my family.
Let's start with Mom. She loves to cook and surprisingly, clean house. Mom makes some of the best meals ever, including a side dish that's just as delectible. She has a part time job working at a daycare center, which I thought was stupid because who likes to sit in a room full of puppies who pick their noses and scream every five seconds? Not me. Oh, and here's a picture of her.
Next up is my dad. He's more of the lazy type, preferring to sit around and watch football. He doesn't have a job, which is hard on Mom because she's trying to support the family with only $200 a month. That's obviously not enough to pay the bills, but Dad doesn't care. He's never cared, which is where all the family's problems stem from in the first place. Here's Dad:
Yeah... Pretty sad.
My brother is next. His name is Donovan, and he's two years older than me. Donovan's name means "dark warrior," and he sure lives up to it. He spends most of his time locked up in his room, listening to loud music and surfing the web. Mom says that he needs to find a job soon, but I don't think Donovan cares one bit about his future. He'd rather sit around and sulk about how bad his life sucks. He's gone through a lot of heartbreak over the past year, giving up on everything. Now he's sadistic and morbid, preferring a tour of a morgue rather than the Bahamas. But hey, that's Donovan for you. Here he is in all his glory:
Lastly is my sister, Isadora ("gift of the moon,") who is fifteen and the youngest in the family. Isa is more outgoing and optimistic than Donovan, but she still has a dark side. Usually she's at the mall hanging out with her friends. She claims that she's always out because she wants to escape the chaos of the house and just live her life as she wants, which probably isn't the best road anyone could take. Isa's relationships with boys have always been intimate, and Mom fears that "her little girl" could end up with puppies that we couldn't afford to raise. She claims that she wouldn't get pregnant, but she doesn't know that. Anything could happen if you're breaking the rules. Here's Isadora:
That's all the time I have for today, diary. What can I call you? How about Grapevine? After all, I love grape flavoured beverages and snacks.
That'll do.
Cya, Grapevine.
~ Vega
Mua hahahaha! Btw I LUUUUUUVVVV IT! /ends cap abuse
Can't wait for more! 
