Me and my uke

Introduction

IMPORTANT: THE STUFFS HERE ARE NOT REAL, LIKE THE SCHOOL, THE MUSIC SHOP, EVERYTHING(EXCEPT HSBC BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THEY HAVE IN NEW YORK CITY) AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE SO DON'T GET MAD AT ME FOR THAT. CAUSE I'M A FILIPINO.

It's 10:00 pm, I'm still nervous for my first day of high school tomorrow. I don't know if the people there are nice.. I actually never have a lot of friends. I never had an account on this website called facebook. My dad never gives me free time. On summer, he forces me to read more books. My mom owns a restaurant called Blue's Restaurant. It's actually a simple shop, not that popular, but a lot of people order food there for events such as parties, ceremonies, meetings, etc. Our 'best seller's' is our pizzas. People love our pizzas. My dad works in a bank called HSBC. He is the president of the branch here in New York. Well, good thing he sometimes get free starbucks. I spent my gradeschool life in a nice way. I met a lot of people, because of my academic grades and non-academic activities. I really like talking to new people, I'm a friendly type of person but also shy. I always eat lunch with Bianca. She's so pretty and smart too. Sometimes we're rivals when it comes to tests like who has the highest grade in the class or batch. She's a table tennis player, she even has a dog in the house. We rarely have sleepovers though. We only do that every time my dad has to go to another country because of a meeting. My mom is not strict when it comes to  studying, so she allows me to sleep in Bianca's house. Sometimes I play with her dog, and sometimes we play table tennis. We mostly play table tennis. Now, Bianca will not be with me in High School, my dad doesn't allow me to use my phone. But I sometimes use it every night, since their sleeping. I text Bianca in my IPhone saying:

To Bianca:

Hey Bianca... so bored -_-

From Bianca:

I know right! I'm still depressed because you can't study in our school anymore.. :( Why oh why?

To Bianca:

Don't blame me, blame my dad from making me smart, took me to a University and take the entrance exam. I'm telling you, I even acted dumb on that test but I still passed.. :(

From Bianca:

Aww... Don't worry. At least we get to text, right? We can always meet anytime.

I'm still sad I have to leave my old school. It's nice though but my dad wants me to become a Successful Business Owner. So it's not my fault, it's his.

Since I can't sleep at all, I'll just look at my back pack for tomorrow. Check if I left something or not. I look inside my bag, it has my: Algebra book, Science book, History book, my school notebook, my pencil pouch, and my money. Guess I'm complete, but I'm still not yet sleepy. So I went down the kitchen, went to our refrigerator, and got my Fresh Milk. I pour it on my glass on the table, put back the milk, And drink my milk. I finished it, wipe the milk on my face, wash my glass in the sink, and went back to my airconditioned room.

I arrive at my room, I sit down in my bed thinking what to do since Im not yet sleepy. Oh, I know! I should know what to wear for tomorrow. I look at my closet, thinking on the rules at the school. Hmm... All I know is to not wear shorts and sleevless shirt. So I guess I can wear my jeans, my white shirt, and my knee-high boots.

I am so sleepy... guess I'll sleep for tomorrow. I went to bed, jumped into my bed, and slept. The next morning, I wake up. It's 7:00 am. Oh Shoot! The bus picks me up at 7:30. 30 minutes till the bus picks me up. Quickly, I get up bed. Go to my bathroom, take a bath. After that, I got my clothes and wore them. I had to look at my body mirror if nothing's weird. It's 7:05. I get my glasses. My glasses are square black glasses. I comb my brown hair. I look at my brown eyes with my glasses. I put my hair down, i don't want tying it or anything. Just like that, but I need to comb it to make it pretty. I look at my clothes, I really have a normal body. Not fat, not thin. Just normal. Unlike my older sister, she has a slim body. Well, she's a model, that's why. I get my bag and go down.