Chapter 3

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Kia's pov
"Good morning father." I hugged my father my dad so tight he let out a groan.
"Good morning kiddo." He said as he ruffled my hair with a smile that is not even halfway to his eyes.

But at least he smiled today.
Am so hungry.

"Dad will you drop me off at school today?" I asked him.
"Of course Kiara." He replied.
I really don't like the name Kiara. I prefer Kia.
"Thanks dad."

With that I rushed back to my room to get dressed. A faded blue denim pants and a white t shirt with an abstract painting on it. Then grab my black converse to make it a more put together outfit.
And with a last look at the mirror, I head downstairs.

"Am ready father." I said as I picked my backpack from the couch.
"Sorry Kia you will have to get to school yourself. The hospital needs me." He said with an apologetic look on his face as he rushed out of his room.

Oh not again.
"You don't have to be sorry dad. Your job as a doctor is more important. I will take the bus." I reassured him with a smile.
"So sorry Kiara. I will pick you when you are done." He promised.
"Really?" I asked feeling excited again.
"Yes. I promise" With that he quickly rushed out of the house.

"Bye dad." I muttered. And after a while of looking for something to eat in the kitchen, I decided on an apple and quickly wash and start munching it.
Time to get going. I said to myself as o closed the door and put the key in the flower pot on the porch.

Lazily I start my little journey to my school.
I think this is the perfect time to tell you guys some sob story.
Okay am an orphan. Lost my parents in  a plane crash when I was two and since then I have been living all by myself.
Haha joking.
But seriously we all have a story to tell.
So it is not okay to call them sob stories.

Hmm let me start with a little introduction. My name is Kiara Ferrari. Am 17 and I love the autumn. They are just so beautiful. My Zodiac sign is Capricorn.

But seriously can anyone tell me the meaning of those zodiac signs.
Love chocolate,dislike vanilla.
Love dancing in the rain. I know it sounds cliche but that is just who I am.
Love my dad.
Mother: Unknown.
Am allergic to nothing. Well am special.

Survived a kidnapping once. Am not joking this time.
I love books. Am not talking about calculus textbook but novels.
My favorite genre is fantasy and probably teen fiction also. But I mostly read fantasy books.

They are so amazing. They take you to a new place. A place where you can create and live the life you have always wished for. Not just fantasy but all genres.
I love reading. It makes me feel safe and hopeful.

Someone wise once said writers and readers are the most depressing and delusional people in the world. Writers writes to escape from their world while readers read to be hopeful.
So right.

I mean all females want their Prince Charming. Someone that will love them so dearly. Some want bad boys while some want good boys but still both fell under one category PRINCE CHARMING. I know it sounds cliche but my bad boy is my Prince Charming and your good boy is also your Prince Charming.

Sorry am already get carried away as usual.
That is why some people call me crazy Kia.
"Hey crazy Kia keep your eyes on where you are going too." Someone teased.
Ugh typical highschool.
Welcome to my high school and let me tell you something it is very cliche.

We have whole highschool category. Elites , Nerds , Cheer girls , Jocks , golden couples, Delinquents , players , The Barbie wannabes ,  The ones with the perfect life , Weirdos , Creeps and the average ones.

It is a packed house people. I know so welcome to Autumn HighSchool.
A place with so much drama every day.

"Ethan I have been calling you all weekend. But you didn't answer my calls at all."
"Stop being dramatic Clarissa. I didn't because I don't want this relationship any more. Am bored . Let break up."
"Seriously Ethan. How can you be bored? Am Clarissa Campbell no one dumps me. I do the dumping."
"Well baby girl you just get dumped."
Snickers and hooes erupted in the hallway.

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