Teaching You A Lesson

Prolouge

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
-Marilyn Monroe

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It's good to finally be in America! "Hello New York!" I yelled. What a time to be alive. I came from England, moved here because my parents job is here. Also, I want a fresh start, considering my past being dramatic and all.

I turned around to look at my struggling ma. "Honey help us with the boxes please." Mother pshh who says mother that's so formal, ma said.

"Alrighty, but can I pleaseee look around the area after? It's almost dark out". I plead.

"Ok Ana, after you settle in" mom said. I quickly grabbed two of my boxes and started to look for my room. My mom said that she already has my room ready and that I'm going to scream. She said that I'll know what room it is when I see it. TOTALLY EXCITED TO SEE IT.

Oh! I totally forgot to introduce myself. I'm AnaLeah. People call me Ana or Leah so it's 50/50. I don't have a middle name because that's already too much, considering my first name having two names smashed together. I love dogs and I love to sing. I'm 17 years old! I have ombre redish hair. It used to be a honey color but don't worry, it's jut temporarily. I have hazel eyes with gold specks in it. I'm 5'2, I know pretty short but I am half Asian. I have two older siblings. Zach is the oldest by 21 years old. And Kiana is 19, the middle child. But, I'm also the middle child sooo. Alex is 5 years old, the youngest. He's my little munchkin brother.

I open the room next to the bathroom. "AHHHHHH! OH MY NUGGETS, WHAT THE WHAAA?!" bruh this my dream room. It's theme black and white AND has a huge music note, surrounding it is little small notes on the side corner of my room. I LOVE IT! Especially having a big window. I like my room being bright.

Mom came in slamming my door in the process, "did dad scare you with his face again?". Oh yeah, so there was this one time where he scared me with his face because it was so ugly. Just kidding, I'm not that mean. He's pretty handsome and I got some of his genes so I really can't say that I'm ugly. He just scared me because we watched this movie and he put this silly masked he created. Please don't ask...

"No I just really love my room ma!", she really does know me. "Oh. AnaLeah, don't ever scare the crap out of me" she then walked out. I looked around my room, debating if I should go walk around the neighborhood or settle in. Fuck it, LET'S EXPLORE.

I head downstairs yelling, "I'M EXPLORING" and ran because I know they're going to snatch me back saying 'come back and clean' or 'bring your little brother'. You'll be surprised a new house has so many dusts blehh. Also, being Filipino and half Italian is kind of tiring cause our family combined is BIG, but I love it because I love my family and I'm proud of what I am. You know being half Asian or Pacific Islander, we like to clean. Being called Asian is easier than saying Pacific Islander, 'oh I'm a Pacific Islander' no just no. Who even says that? Not a lot of people.

I stroll down, heading for a playground I see. Times like these make me feel free. Being able to be a kid again for an hour is life changing I tell you. I head for the swings and think about life. I'm going to be a freaking senior. Don't forget about making new friends ugh.

After going back to pretending being a kid, I went back home to get my stuff settled in. "You're majestic daughter has arrived" I said more like yelled. Alex ran into me to hug me, I opened my arms and hugged him tightly, picking him up in the process. "Hi sis!" His cute little voice said. "Hiya kiddo!" I pinched his cheeks and put him down.

"There you are! You know how we feel when you get out without our consent" mom said dissatisfied. Dad does silly gestures behind her back while she is lecturing. I chuckle, "you think it's funny huh?" My mom put her hand up ready to smack me with her slipper.

"MOM! Dad is making me laugh" I whine, while putting my hands up to protect myself. If you're filipino, you would understand and no this is normal, not abusing. It's an Asian thing. My dad is the Italian side so he's pretty chill compared to my mom. And obviously my mom is Filipino.

Mom looked behind her. Dad suddenly looked all suspicious, looking at the ceiling while whistling. I ran upstairs so I don't see the wrath of mama bear.

Let's get started with my room, shall we. I folded my clothes first and hanged my blouses and dresses. Then, I put my stand up for my piano and settled my piano on top of it. Where should I put it? Hmmm OOH lets put it by the window. I looked out my window noticing that my room is facing the neighbors' backyard. I see a bedroom across from mine. I squint, It looks like a boys' room. Hmm that means they'll have a show of me playing my piano. I don't like that, I like my privacy.

Next, I put my original ukulele in my closet and my new ukulele on my bed EEE! I is excited to play it in the new house. I have good vibes about this house. Then, I got my guitar out and put it next to the desk where the big music note is. After that, I put my mike near my guitar. And then, no that's it I can only play three instruments...

Now for my personal stuff. I put my sketch book and pictures on my desk. That reminds me, I have to put up pictures on my wall of family and friends. Oh how I miss my two best friends back in England. Avery and Zander probably hit it on already. I got to call them later.

After putting up some stuff on my walls such as, posters, drawings, and pictures, I decided to just text my friends in the group chat instead. Now I lay in bed, closing my eyes after such a tired day.

Goodnight world.

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Author's note
That's that! I hope you guys like it. I'm a bit rusty writing. I haven't written a book in forever. If you're confused asked questions and comment what my next chapter should be about.

"How do you feel about AnaLeah being half Filipino AND Italian?" Man I wish I can be half Italian. The food would be bomb mixed with Filipino food ughhhh.

"How do you feel about her instruments?" If you guys play an instrument, go ahead to brag about it in the comments. If you sing too that's also amazing. Brag about you're talents guys. Although, I hate to envy a lot of people with their talent but I'm also proud that they are being themselves ;).

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1/31/16