Sabrina

Chapter one

Once upon a time, there was a city called New York. The moon would always be there, shining as if it was the sun in the night sky, after all New York is the city that never sleeps. People of all kind lived there, celebrities, richies, and normal average dudes.

The richies and the celebrities had children and those simply couldn't study in the same schools as the normal average people, so in New York, private schools is something that you can see a lot.

Normally, only the richies would study there, but sometimes an average person would too. And one of those average people that study in private schools is Sabrina. Who is actually me.

I am really sorry that i had to start this story like this, but i simply know no other way to start stories. Anyhow, you may be wondering why the hell i was studying in one of those private schools. My dad is the cooker of the Viagen Private School, so i dont have to pay the scholarship (other wise i wouldnt be able to study there).

Some people would say this is a provilege, you know, to study at a school like this with celebrities and Upper East Siders, but wow, they are truly rude! And before you close this book because you think this story is going to be a) a Gossip Girl like or b) a girl who complains to be an outsider, i want you to please give me a chance, because my story is much much different.

But, to tell it to you, i need to start from the beginning.

There i was, in the middle of a halway full of girls and boys in uniforms, trying to reach my locker. Well i mever though that the school's halways would be empty today. After all, they never are.

I looked around as i finally got to my locker and something, actually someone caught my eyes. David Ritcher. The most perfect and popular guy. All the girls in the school want to be with him. Even knowing he is a the worst kind of fuckboy. He makes you fall in love with him so then he breaks your heart. I hate to say this, but, i am one of those girls.

Oh c'mon, it is not my fault, he is blond, he has blue eyes, and you can see his six pack from a hundred of meters away.

I sighed as i reminded myself that we would never be together.

I made my way to the history class, and as i walked in i heard a husky voice saying my name. As i turned i reckognized Teacher Linus. He was probably on his thirties, but some parts of his blond hair had a grey tone. Linus was indeed my favorite teacher, and i decided to study history just because of him.

I looked to his dark eyes raisin an eyebrow, wondering why he called me. I am not a talkative person, so i when i want to comunicate with people i use body signs. Of course that i speak, i am nit demented, but i dont like to do that very often because sometimes my mouth says one thing, when i actually want to say another.

"So, i wanted to talk to you about..."

I quickly turned my head which was dorected to my shoes to Teacher Linus "... That interchange in Paris"

Pew. I had completely forgotten about it. My dad made apply for a advanced cooking course in Paris, he has always wanted me to be a cooker, just like him (but with a 'terrific' carrer), even though he knows that i want to study history.

I looked to Linus, and shook my head wanting him to continue.

"So, you were accepted"

Oh my god. I wasn't expecting to be accepted, thats i why I agreed to apply anyway.

I nodded and Linus probably nodded that I wasnt happy at all, so he asked

"Have you ever been to Paris? I heard it is beautiful..."

I ran my fingers through my hair and said

"No... I though you had already visisted there though... It is such a historical place..."

Linus chuckled

"Yeah yeah I know but... Well i never had time to go to Paris"

I nodded and we stayed in a awkward silence for a while. And even though i dont speak a lot, i hate awkward silences. They are so... Awkward.

"Anyway I'm going to work now so..."

I nodded as I left the room, after all the class hadnt started yet and my dad was going to freak out when he discovered, so i decided to tell him.

As i walked in the kitchen i smelled boiling oil and placed my hand in my nose in disgust. I walked slowly towards my father and smilled sloghtly to show him that i was intersted. He turned his head and saw me. He was wearing a mob cap so then his dorty hair wasnt visible. My father raised his eyebrows with a grin

"What are you doin' her hun?"

I placed my hands behind my back while i said

"I guess i got into the school in Paris"

After i said this i could only hear my father basically screaming and announcing the hole kitchen that I was going to France.

After that, once i left the kitchen, the only yhing i could think was that i would need to stay a hole month without seeing David.

I began to imagine that my life completely sucked. I mean, the guy i loved didnt even know i existed. I i was invisible for him back then, he would ignore me even more after Paris.

I dont really know how I decided to do what i did, but when i noticed, in the break, instead of being at the cafeteria i was at the freezer. I read skmewhere that to be frozen to death isnt much hurtful. Please dont get me wrong, i have never been the kind of girl with suicidal thoughs or anything, but love (or at least what i though was love) made me crazy.

I stayed there for about five minutes and i was already coughing a lot. I decided to seat near to some piece of meat, when i heard the noise of the door opening. At first i didnt reckongnise the shadow of the man, but as he came closer i noticed it was my History teacher, Linus. I didnt know what he was doing in there but i didnt have the oportunity to ask, after all i was shaking like a freaking blender. I closed my eyes for what i though was a second, but it clearly wasnt because i woke up at the nursery and, according to the clock, it was about five p.m.

I looked around trying to find my dad, but the only one in the room was an old nurse who came almost running towards me. She started asking me a thousand things, and i tried to answer them in the best way, but as i looked to a mirror that was placed on the wall, i noticed that i was looking like a monster.

My eyes were puffy, my eyebrows looked like Frida Kahlo's eyebrows, and my mouth was almost eyes. And i am not even mentioning my hair! The sad thing is that i normally look like this. You see, i hate cruelty with animals, so i dont like using makeup, and those eco-friendly makeups are super expensive.

As i stood up, pratically wanting to escape from that nurse, i felt quite dizzy but i still walked to my house anyway. In the hole way, i was just wondering what Linus was doing over there in the meat refrigerator. I also wished that my hereo was David...