Knowing Things Only She Knows: Catherine's Summer Adventure

Prologue

Prologue

There’s a difference about reality and fiction, like when someone asked you to the prom and didn’t showed up, and the fantasy about you and your special someone dancing in the middle of the dark while the rain’s pouring down. Well, that’s me, that is the real me.

You know, teenage drama never dies, and as the days go by, it gets worse. Junior year might have been one of the most boring years in your life, but for me, it is one of the most important years because I noticed things that I didn’t before. I was glad that I did because if I didn’t, I don’t know what I will become today. Perhaps, I survived it that’s why I’m a lot stronger and braver now because of those dramas, those dramas that makes me crazy sometimes.

This thing that I’ll be reading for you is my diary when I was in junior high, the summer break before my senior year, how I fell in love in the “City of Love” and how I knew the truth about my real parents. I kept this diary so I can look back at it when I get older, and to actually laugh at it. I was such a drama queen when I was a teenager and such a brat. I’m an adoptive child of two billionaires who didn’t have a child, and had me as their heiress for their fortune. Of course, their other relatives can claim it, but they don’t want them to have it because “it will only land in the wrong hands”, so at my young age of five, I was enrolled in the now abandoned Academy of Amaretus. I want to restore it so bad, but I am too afraid to touch the fragments of the past, the fragments that had me questioning myself: Who am I really? So I did the stupidest thing on earth. During summer break, I went to Europe alone without further notice from my adoptive father. I’m crazy, I know. But sometimes, being crazy leads you to the best thing of your life, the best thing that you never thought you’ll have.

During the summer before my senior year I fell, head-first to a very hot guy then we went on touring Europe and unexpectedly, in the Philippines. Together with my first boyfriend, I got out of my own bubble and explored the world. We both realized that there are things that we thought we can’t do, and we were happy because we did it with each other’s company. But, like I said, teenage drama never dies. I broke up with him, and he told me it’s a good decision but secretly for me, it’s not. My very first heartbreak had been my inspiration with Spirit Angels, and I’m certainly a dump lady to love him that much. It’s hard to move on, you know? So, ten countries in Europe and one in Asia, wow. To start the story, chapter 1 is already waiting.

By the way, I’m Catherine Hatfield, once a dream chaser then turned out to be a heartbreaker (in a good way). This diary is the most fragile thing on earth that I haven’t touched it for so many years. I’m scared that maybe if I touch it, it will disappear. This diary is the witness (not to mention the most valuable thing that I ever had) to the things that remained to be unspoken, the things that I thought should remain in the past. It’s funny because I’m now a twenty-nine year-old newly engaged woman and to be telling you about my teenage life to the people who are both young and old is bone-shaking. I don’t know what your reactions may be but, come on, just bare with me. Don’t look and think of me like Catherine Hatfield, owner of the June Dragon Corporation and an aspiring novelist. Instead, look at me like I’m Catherine Michelle Siena Rios Hatfield, seventeen-year-old troublemaker adoptive daughter of the late Caroline Blanco Rios-Hatfield and George Gilmore Hatfield, the one who knew things all by herself and is selfish enough to never share it to anyone.