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Hi! I am Debangana. Guys, this is the first time I am writing anything, so pls pls be nice and suggestive when you comment. Oh! And I am an Indian therefore, u'll find some of the spellings and my way of writing slightly diffrent. Anyway, here's my story. Enjoy and don't forget to vomment.!!

I drew in a deep breath and sighed. I was looking at the girl in front of me.... again. Couldn't she be beautiful? She had a pale skin and a slender figure. Her face was round and she had light green eyes.  Her name is Ivanna Mary and she is 18. She's got hip-length brown hair, which she keeps braided most of the times. She lives with her mom in Los Angeles, but regrets it everytime. 

You must be wondering why am I suddenly talking about this girl right? That's because what ever will happen next in my life will be entirely for her. Yes. That girl is me. I was looking at my own reflection in the mirror. This was one of hobbies- to scrutinise myself. Not because I am pretty, but because I am not at all pretty.

I have already mentioned that I live with my mom in Los Angeles, and that I regret it everyday. I used to stay in New Jersey with my dad and was more or less happy there, but it was untill the day my Mom reached their, and said that they will be getting divorced and that I MUST stay with her in Los Angeles, untill it is decided by the court, who my permanent gaurdian will be.

My dad was always a soft spoken, calm and patient man, and used let Mamma have her ways always. And see what that led to today.

So, I was brought to Los Angeles and had to leave my old school and friends. I never was the type of girl who was always being followed by people and everything, but still I miss my best friend Anna. 

Hold on! Don't yet think that my problems are ending. No not at all. I still haven't told my life's biggest and worst problem.

After coming to Los Angeles, I see an image every other day. It's a very hazy image and I can't even figure out a thing, but whenever it happens I lose control over myself and can't remember anything. But after ten minutes after it has subsided, I am back to normal. But that image, suddenly just comes in front of my eyes.

Once, I even made the mistake to tell it to my mom, but she said that I was hallucinating and got busy talking to one of her very fashionable friend over the phone.

Then I figured out that I will have to deal with it on my own.

Now, the biggest anxiety and tension is that tomorrow is going to be the first day of new school here, in Los Angeles, and I am really tensed about it. Hope that everything will go well.