can't get over you (wlw)

chapter 1

Finally It's summer now. I can take a rest from school and all the drama.
We just moved and that's fucking annoying cause that means I gotta go to a new school, meet new people and make new friends. I really hate it. I have always been moving from school to another, and I'm being for real. I'm done, and I can't do it anymore. But what can I say? I gotta do it anyway.

I sighed while sitting in the car looking out the window waiting for us to get to the appointment for my new school. I was actually nervous. I was excited to see what the school looked like and what kind of people I would meet.

We arrived and went in looking for a name that emailed us back and welcomed us here. I think I heard my father say Ms.martine or something. After we found her, we sat in her office, and she asked some questions about me to get to know me better. After that, she led us to all the classes, and we followed.
The last was the class that I would be in over the summer vacations.
My future teacher looked kind. She had blond hair with blue eyes. She looked at me and waved. "Hi" she smiled, and I smiled, saying a hi back.
I looked around, and a boy caught my attention. He was also a blond with curls. Don't get me wrong, I don't have something special for blonds.
The sad part was I couldn't see his face, his back was facing me but I was excited to get know him.

We said our byes and got back home.
I jumped on my bed and got my phone to call my friend.

After 10 seconds, she answered the phone.

"Yo sar, how was your new school."
She said immediately.

I giggled, kicking my feet.
"Omg, maria, can you believe it? There is a hot boy in my class. I can't wait till school!!"
I said even tho I knew I was gonna regret it. And I didn't even know if that "hot" boy was actually hot.

"Yeah right, you, loving school?" She chuckled.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean? You know what? Whatever, I gotta go. talk to you later."
I hung up before she could say something.

The next week, I could finally go to school.
I spent my holiday mostly doing nothing and just rotting in my bed. I really don't enjoy anything at all. So ungrateful. This is what my dad says. Like he would let me enjoy myself a little. Literally, every day is hell. I'm tired of the early morning shouts and stupid fights. It takes my energy away, and that makes me just want to sit in my room and do nothing at all. Just be on my phone so I can distract myself from deep thoughts and overthinking.

For the past 3 years me and my dad are growing more apart. I feel like he is so far away that I can't reach him anymore. When I was younger, we were close. I was a daddy's girl, and I was always glued to him.
I really don't know why and how this happened, but it makes me sad.
What I see when I look at him now are just traumas or sad hurtful words he says. I have this image of him that doesn't go away. Like he is out of character. It's so difficult that I can't describe it. He gives me so much stress and pressure for no reason like now.

"Get a hold of yourself, you piece of shit. You are just laying on your bed. Go help your mom!" My dad shouts from the living room. I ignore him completely..

.....

Saturday.

Tomorrow is the day! I'm going to school, and I'm happy for the first time. I hate school, that's why. But well, people change, right?
Anyway, I got my clothes and stuffs ready for tomorrow.
Afterward, I went down and I asked my mom what we had left in the fridge, but there was nothing I liked for tomorrow to eat at lunchbreak.
Fuck it, I will just buy something in the canteen tomorrow. I went upstairs to my room and got ready to sleep.

"Monday don't let me down" i whisper, closing my eyes.