A Perfect Christmas

Chapter 1

My name's Thalia Issaquah Grace. I'm 19 years old. I come from New York. I was born in July, on the 14th. Now, this diary, the story you're reading, is my story, the story of how my Perfect Christmas was almost ruined. Let's start...



"We're going to New York, we're going to New York!" yelled Stacie and Chelsea, my twin sisters. "Chelsea! Stop copying me!" she suddenly shouted. I turned round. Chelsea was folding her arms along with Stacie. I smiled and sighed. "Chelsea, stop copying your sister. It's annoying her, can't you see?" Chelsea pursed her lips. "No I didn't. I was doing my own thing. I didn't know she was doing it." I sighed again. "Never mind. Stacie, just ignore her. "Yes, Thalia." she sighed. "Good girl."

Chelsea and Stacie were both 14. Always arguing. I had another sister, Skipper, who was 16. We were all excited. Aunt Melissa from France was meeting us in New York, and we were also going to a special Sea Lion feeding show in New York. That's what Chelsea's looking forward to. Stacie's looking forward to doing an Ice Skating show in an Ice Skating rink. "Best skater in the class." the instructor said when she taught Stacie to skate last time in New York. "We're doing a show at Christmas, so come down then to watch. Bring Skater Stacie with you, remember! She's a star!" We had all said yes.


Now, with today us going to New York to do everything, it felt odd. I felt like something was wrong. Come on, I thought. You thought that when you were about to do your GCSE's. You thought that when you were about to do your SATs, too! You thought you'd upset dad. Think positive, Thalia. Positive positive positive.


"Umm, hello? Hurry up with packing, Thals. We phoned the taxi." said Skipper, waving a hand in front of my face. Oh blimey, I thought glumly. "Yeah, I'll pack." Christmas, I thought. In two days we'll be in New York with Christmas at our tails. You CAN'T be sad at Christmas. I got my suitcase and put it down on the bed. I picked up my special music box and stroked it lovingly. I think I should explain.


My mom... my mom died in a car crash when I was small. It was a christening present from when I was little. And, I honestly didn't know about it until I was 11. And that I even HAD a mom! Dad always got upset when he talked about her now... It unnerved me an awful lot too!


Anyway, we  finished packing and heard a horn beep. We picked up our stuff from the sofa and I was about to go out the door to follow them, when I remembered something. The stockings! "Oh, the stockings!" I took them off the fireplace and then ran outside again, getting into the taxi. We were on our way to a Perfect Christmas!