Is This Love Or Heartbreak? [ON HOLD]

Chapter I

I've completely started over with this book. I've only changed a couple things but the story line is basically the same. I'm very sorry for any inconveniences.
Enjoy!
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Please excuse any mistakes.

Main Character Description:

¡Hola!
My name is Danielle Montoya Mariah Selado Hernandez.
Yes, I know, it's long. I'm 5'3 1/2 and 115 lbs. I have long curly hair and a coke bottle figure, that causes boys to drool all over me.

I was born in Cali, Colombia so I'm obviously Colombian and I'm a little black because of my mom but it's not much.

I moved to Tampa, Florida about 7 years ago and I am now 17, a senior, and dream of becoming a juvenile social worker one day.

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I awoke to the sound of my alarm sounding loudly, my mind instantly telling me it was Monday. The first day of school.

Ughh.

I was in the middle of a spectacular dream and my alarm sounded, leaving me dumbfounded and I couldn't just quite make out the part I left on but I knew for sure it was a dream about my fantasy past life. Living in a world with just unicorns and mermaids.

To my suprise, I rapidly jumped up from my bed, walking straight to my bathroom in search of a clean wash of my body.

I took care of my hygiene, which consisted of showering, taking care of my skin, etc., and also lotioning up my body using baby lotion.

When I finished, I ran back into my room, in search of a first day of school of outfit.

Carefully, I shifted through at least three sections of my closet, looking for a shirt to pair along with the black shorts I had dressed myself in.

Once I found the crop top I was in need of finding, I looped it over my head, and pulled it down, leaving merely an inch of stomach showing.

I gave my self a quick glance in the mirror, and darted down the steps to the kitchen where I was in much need of breakfast.

Just as I made it near the dining room table, I stopped in my tracks, a note catching my attention. I lightly picked it up, curious as to what would be written inside for my eyes to linger upon.

Good morning,
I'm sorry my honey! I have work again. I made you breakfast and have a wonderful day at breakfast my darling. Love, Papá.

I sighed loudly and kissed the note as I folded it and slid it into the back pocket of my shorts.

My Papá had to work ,AGAINN!!

He worked 2 jobs to make sure I had everything I needed and more even though I was an only child.

It felt good to have my Papá love me  that much so I loved him extra for that, though it was hard for him -the both of us when he was always away doing two jobs just to get me to have a meal every morning -everyday at that.

As quickly as possible, I devoured the delicious breakfast, which was just simply a plate of eggs and a slice of bacon, and washed it down with a glass of the famous OJ: Orange Juice.

Racing back up to my room, I ran back up the stares, trying my hardest not to trip so I could give myself look in the mirror -again.

I stared at my reflection long and hard, looking at the black shorts, purple crop top, and black and purple vans, I had decided to wear that morning.