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====>Warning: this is Not a cliche bad boy,good girl story!!!!
Life story of an immigrant Russian girl, named Elizaveta ,who moves to America with her family because of her dads gambling problems. When she grows older she makes...
I remember the very first day of elementary school,like it was yesterday.
I stepped inside the school yard holding my mother's hand.It felt like I have changed countries and I have stepped inside a whole new world.And the truth is I actually did change countries.Last year, we moved from Russia to California. Back then, I was only a kid. I didn't know what's waiting outside the world for me,I didn't know that I'm going to have trouble communicating with others,including the teacher.I remember the blue dress that school faculty made girl students wear.It matched with my blue and silver shoes that I was wearing.If I could go back in time I would definitly change that outfit.Anyways I walked inside school,with one hand holding my moms duffle bag that was hanging from her shoulder and with the other one holding the two red roses that I brought to give one to my teacher and one to my principle.
From the top of the stairs I looked down the school yard,it was filled with little girls wearing blue dresses and little boys wearing white shirts. I took a look back at my mom, who was carefully scanning the school.I tapped on her leg.Her head snapped at me and she looked at me with narrowed eyes which made my nervousness ten times worse.
"What?" She whisper-yelled at me.
Tears started rolling down my face,for the third time today.
"I'm kind of scared mommy.I don't know anyone. And no one understands what I'm saying in this school"I said it in russian,shakily.
"Well,instead of bawling your eyes in front of me, you could have done this in front of your drunk father before he made us run away to United Fudging States Of America because of moneys that he borrowed for his favorite late night game,poker."she spit out the words with lots of hatred that I could feel on my skin.
I looked at her,dumbfounded, tears rolling down my face. All I said was, " I'm sorry mom."
"I think you should be." And with that she stormed out of school without taking another glance back to where I was standing.
I started walking down the stairs holding firmly onto the handrail. Once I stepped down the very last stair,I looked around me.All students were there with their siblings or parents.All wearing this very large grin that made me feel so warm inside for a second but when I came back to realization, I figured that I was the only first grader that was standing there alone. I looked around me and spotted a group of girls all laughing and goofing around. So, in my mind I thought that, that was my cue to approach them and make some new friends.So I started walking slowly towards them while counting my steps.I finally got close enough for the to hear my voice.
"Hello." I whispered with my thick accent.
All the girls stopped talking all at once and turned around to look at me with wide eyes.They took a look at each other and bursted out laughing.It took them around 30 seconds to eventually calm down.One of the girls that was blonde and had really neat braides with pink headband stepped forward, and checked me out,looking at me from head to toe.
"Where the heck do you come from?" She announced in a super serious tone,which caused others to burst out laughing.
I knew that this was coming.I knew that sooner or later I was going to get bullied but I didn't know that it was this close.
With that I turned back and went back the way that I came from,with my head down,crying my heart out. I was trying to find somewhere quiet that I bumped into someone. I looked up with my red, puffy eyes.
"Are you lost sweetie?"Said the lady in yellow blazer and black dress pants.
I couldn't figure out what he was saying so I just bent my head down. She kneeled down Right beside me,and held up my chin so that I was forced to look straight in her eyes. She took a look at my nametag on my dress.
"Elizaveta". She read it out loud.and then took a look at the list in her hand.
"Are you from Russia darling?" She said it in russian which took me by surprise. I looked up at her with happiness and nodded my head.
This is pretty much how I spent my first year in America.Walking around places trying to find someone that would either speak russian or would translate it for me.
Present
"Elizaveta" yelled bloody murder my best friend of 12 years now."we are going to be late for our own senior prom." I laughed while imagining her face saying the words." I heard you laughing idiot.You better get your ass over here in a minute."I shook my head at my bestfriend, Mia, who happens to be the only person that stood by my side ever since I moved here.
I was almost done with everything.The only things left was to add some mascara, lipstick, fill my brows, add last layer of nail polish,put my dress on and I'm ready to go. Okay,fine, I'm not that ready but still.
"You moron , Isaiah is here." She yelled one more time."I'm leaving with Leo,you are on your own with your boyfriend.Adios amigo" and with that she left the apartment.
Isaiah and I have been dating ever since we transferred to jameson high school from junior high.He joined swimming team as a freshmen and they took him for varsity team after spring break of sophomore year. At first My family had serious problems with him.They thought he drank a lot.but I knew that's only an excuse.My parents have always been racist and I knew they're going to Treat me even worse than they already did, when I fell in love with a black guy. They tortured me.They would ground me for weeks.They wouldn't even allow me to stay after school for math and science tutoring.and that is how I started failing my classes. But why would my parents care? My dad was half the time at jail and my mom was too busy having boyfriends over at my house. And that is exactly why
"Babe?" A smile crept on my face when I heard Isaiah's voice.
"I'm in my bedroom honey." I yelled so that he would hear my voice over the one direction music-drag me down, which was playing.
With that he made his way to my bedroom. Once he stepped in my I couldn't help but be proud of the guy that was standing before me.
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"Are you ready?"he said,and stepped forward, wrapping his left arm around my waist and grabbing my neck with his right hand.
"yes ,I would be ready,." I said while closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation."If you zipped my dress."
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"Anything for my girl" he said kissing my backbone and zipping my red dress."lets go love"
