It's been a rough few days I suppose. People have been telling me it has anyway. Apparently finding out the reason I was sent out for adoption is meant to effect me.
It doesn't.
So my father died a month before I was born and my mother literally couldn't bare to look at me because I looked too much like him. I think that's fair enough I mean, my father died so I guess he's off the hook, and if my mother cries every time she sees me, why should I keep her in her misery.
You're probably thinking, "why isn't she upset her dad died?" and you are right in thinking that but honestly, I didn't know the guy. Why should I mourn over someone I never met? It's like mourning over your cousins friends dog. But that's my opinion.
To be honest I'm glad one of them is dead. I don't have to search the face of the earth for two divorced angry old people. I only have to look for one. Cue the yay's!
I'm thinking that when I turn 18 next year, December 18th, I'll start my search. I have no one to spend christmas with anyways. Unless you count my aunty and cousins, which I don't, they aren't even related to me, basically when they adopted me the "cousins" told me that if I dared believe I was any closer related to them than that they'd kick me out.
Such a loving family they are.
I start at my newest school tomorrow, yeah it's mid term but whatever, it's not going to make me less new if I start now rather than next year. I'm pretty sure the schools called Elizabeth College, I don't know about you but it sounds religious!
"Ain't nobody got time fo' dat."
Ha. I make myself laugh...
It's better than the last school though I had to wear a damn uniform last time. Damn the State school.
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It's the next day and I already feel the eyes on me. I haven't even gotten on to the school grounds... I'm at the nearby Maccas for Christ sake!
I bite into my lovely chesseburger as I see I guy in the corner, with full on goggle eyes at me.
I laugh. And more people start to stare.
Great now people think I'm crazy. I decide to leave before I do too much damage on my already poor reputation.
I walk into the school in search of the office. Most of the buildings are grey and some have the school name written across them in red letters.
I ask nearly 5 people before one kind guy finally points me in the right direction. He isn't half bad if you ask me. Cute green eyes and what appears to be a brown mop of curls sticking out of his scalp.
"Er.. you take.. um.. hold on." But as soon as he starts talking he puts me to sleep. We could be friends at least.
"I'll just show you..." he mumbles. I try not to laugh as I realize directions are not his specialty.
"Thanks... I'm Cindy, Cindy White."
"Nice name. I'm Styles Harry." Sorry what. Styles Harry? Did he mix it up on purpose or is it really his name?
"Sorry but Styles Harry? Is that really your name?" He looks away but not before I notice a bright red blush under his black glasses.
"Sorry I mean Harry Styles..." I can't help but laugh this time. Total stuff up this one is. He doesn't reply after that.
Once we reach the office I make sure to thank him. He's about to walk away when I pull him back.
"Hey, I don't really know anyone want to meet here at lunch?" He literally looks confused when I ask this but he nods before quickly scurrying away. Well he's weird but at least I have a definite friend today.
I smile as I push the office door open, even though it says in massive writing;
Pull.
