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Hi guys this is my second fanfiction and my first violetta fanic hope you guys like it ;)

Violetta POV

My name is Violetta Castillo. I live in Spain. I hate it here. I have no friends (I only ever had one but she moved to Argentina, Buenos Aires.) I'm not good at anything. I can't sing. I can't dance. I can't catch a ball and I can't act. I'm not bullied, just ignored and treated as if I'm not there. My dad is the only family I have left but he is never around. My mom died in a car crash a long time ago. Her name was Maria Saramego. She was a very famous singer. Sometimes I like to close my eyes and remember when she was here and we would pretend to be singing to an imaginary crowd. Those were the times I didn't worry about what was going on around me. Those were the times I was happy. So far I have lived in Italy, France, Turkey, Greece, Germany, Egypt, Australia, Denmark, London, South Africa and of course, Spain.

When I woke up this morning it seemed like no other morning. For some reason I felt good? Like I had actually had a good night's rest. And not only had that but the enormous pimple on my chin disappeared. But I had to admit I was going to miss Dave (my pimple) he was a good friend he always listened and never judged.

I walked into the en suite and brushed my teeth. Minty fresh breath. I then went to my closet to pick out what I was wearing. A pastel pink crop top tucked into my mint skater skirt and to top it all off I wore my mint heels and straightened my hair to match my boring personality.

My dad was probably waiting for me downstairs so I decided to go and greet him.

"Good morning Vilu," he said, looking up from his newspaper. "What on Earth are you wearing? Do you know how cold it is outside?"

"A simple 'you look nice' would do, you know?" I replied

He looked back down at his newspaper, completely ignoring me. Typical.

"I will pick you up from school and we will go straight to the airport, be sure to say goodbye to all of your friends before then." He said while taking a sip of coffee.

"What are you talking about? Why would we need to go to the airport?" I questioned.

"Come on violetta we talked about this remember?" clearly oblivious to the fact he hadn't said or mentioned anything about us going to the airport.

"Actually Dad you haven't told me anything about going to the airport!" I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes.

"Oh yeah, I was talking about Ramallo," he looked at me. "After school I'm going to pick you up and we are going to the airport to live in Buenos Aires. And pack your bags."

I knew today was too good to be true.