Story Of My Life

They say that I'm scary,short and aggressive but once you get to know me,you'll see that I'm none of those things. Well,maybe the short part is true. I'm trying my very best to be an angel. My name is Lola LaSanzu Navarra and I wont lie,I'm not the best person in the world,I know my place and this is the story of my life.

CHAPTER ONE:SOMEONE NEW.

"Hey aunt Bertha,what's up?" I paced about my room,trying to sound calm."Hello sweety" her voice came small and polite."You know i love you right...with all my life. Anyway,how's life?"

"what do you want Lola?" her voice was now straight. Oh no,the jig was up

"O.M.G Bertha Lawrence,I'm so offended.I can't call my favourite and bestest aunt in the whole wide world and tell her how much she means to me without wanting something?" I defended myself

"uh-huh...get to the point babe" she responded.The jig was up.I exhaled before speaking in the tiniest voice i could produce."So there's this party after tomorrow and i was wondering if Mariah and I could come over and you could open up your purse to us?" i spoke fast."Rescue me" i added.

" You do know this means laundry for a week right?"she asked."Laundry and a car wash. I will even paint your house" I said."The house don't need painting dear." she said."Is that a yes?"i asked."Fine,whatever but if your mum finds out,leave my name out of it"

"Thanks so much aunt B!She won't find out.You are totally the best." i responded with much joy.

"yeah,yeah I know." i heard her giggle before the line went dead.

As soon as she cut the line,I jumped into my happy dance thinking about which outfit to wear bl before my mother walked in and scared me.I tripped and headed straight for the ground."Lola? are you alright?" she asked,i guess she heard the thud."Found it!" i jumped up."Found what?" she asked."My paint brush,I'v been looking for this baby." i waved it at her before putting it on my dresser with the others.I never even knew it was missing ,I just needed an excuse and it was the closest thing on the ground with me.I could tell she noticed my weirdness so i flashed that silly smile bearing all my teeth.

Her neatly tweezed eyebrow was raised."Did you take your meds this morning dear?"she asked slowly."yeah,I did" i responded."I think you should lay off them for a while,I think they are messing you up" she said,looking concerned.I laughed "they are anti biotics for the flu mom,I don't think they can mess up my head like that" i said."then act normal"she said."I'm trying." i said under my breath.I wasn't in the mood for mother-daughter conversation.I was still mad and I was probably going to let a line from last nights argument slip,which I did not want to do.So you and dad done fighting about the microwave yet?I thought.I looked just like my mother.Short and brown skinned except my father was a product of an inter racial relationship.That would explain my skin tone being a few shades lighter than hers and my eyes being a mixture of deep brown and grey.

"Would you look at the time,I'm late for class."I quickly grabbed my guitar bag and walked past her."I hope you're okay this morning?" i asked."I'm great,how are you?" she responded."I'm well" i said.Better than well actually,I'm going for a massive party after tomorrow."Hey, did aunt B tell you that I'm going to her place tomorrow?" I said while rushing downstairs for the door. "No actually" she said."yeah,well I am.She needs her laundry done and her car washed,I may even paint her house" i said as I swung my coat on."her house doesn't need painting dear." My mom said giggling.I laughed as i remembered aunt B saying the same thing."Later ma!" i yelled as i closed the door."I love you!" i walked to distance before i heard a faint 'I love you tooo' from home.

I went to Pearls High Academy of arts.A school that had emphasis on any form of art.Drawing,dancing,singing,playing of any instruments,you name it.We also had normal school.You had to learn all subjects to get a full certificate in order to graduate.