New school. New
life.
This year I'm starting high school in a new town, Summer Hills. I hope we stay here longer than we did in LA.
Long story short, my mom got transferred...again. Two years ago I lived in Bath. Four years ago, Shanghai. I lived in those cities for like 5 months. And that's pretty cool but 5 months was my record until we moved to LA. We lived there for one year! Life there was amazing, I made friends, I went to the beach almost everyday, and most importantly...I fell in love.
But who cares? Nobody will actually ask me those questions. I mean they'll ask the usual: do you know any superstar?, are you rich?, is your mom famous?...I know, creepy questions.
-Estella!! Come down here!
That's mom. Histeric mom. But no matter what, I love her. I mean, you have to, at the end of the day she is my family.
I go to the kitchen and find some waffles on the table. Mom always says that new experiences need good food. Probably it's her way to make me feel more confident on my first day but I'm not sure it'll work.
