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Day zero
I was having a good day cleaning my dog's poop, and...
"ANGELINA STOP ANNOYING YOUR DOG AND DO SOMETHING USEFUL!"
My mother is the kind of person you must think twice before breathing. She just stopped smiling after my dad died. And now, I can't even clean poop.
At least I have her. Things could be a lot worse. Because actually, my mother is the only one who seems to love me enough to buy me food and take care of my hair.
Ok Angelina - I say to myself - It's school time...
6:00 AM is the worse part of the day, when I have to take my backpack off the couch to walk to school, which is like 2 blocks from home. While I'm walking I watch the neighborhood. We live in a small town in Canada, and I couldn't be more proud of that.
Ugh.
Okay I can say it is a cute place: small houses, small families, parents taking their children to school... A fat dog peeing on the yard...
Ugh 2.
Summing up, this is a cute place for people that are right the opposite from me.
I kept walking in until a big building appeared from behind an almost-dead tree. There were a lot of cars parked at the front and a lot of dots walking up and down, sometimes in pairs, sometimes in groups. LittleMoutain High. Gosh, how I hate LittleMoutain High...
Greggy is waiting for me inside, as always. He is my only friend. And to be honest I don't like calling him FRIEND. I don't like him, and will never like him. He is too thin, white like paper and.. Yeah, I hate his style, I hate everything about him. And I hate his smell. He smells like garbage.
I'm sorry Greggy but I don't like you, my brain says. But what I actually say is "Hey Greggy I missed you."
LIAR.
And here we are, in the worse part of my existence: friends.
If you see my photos, you can totally think I'm pretty enough to have friends. But my social problems came from my childhood. I was a typical geek. Disgusting big braces, ridiculous glasses, terrible cloth style and my hair was a mess, with no shape. Because of that, the cool kids used to avoid us. Me and Garbage Greggy.
But one day- on my 13th birthday to be more specific- I've got a real conscience, and changed my appearance completely. With now completed 15 years old, I am the kind of girl who takes my aunts' breath away.
Only my aunts.
Deep breath.
Someday, Angelina, the others girls will call you out. And Greggy can take a bath. We never know.
•••
"GOING UP STAIRS!" I yelled to mom.
My room was a real mess, with books all over the floor, clothes under the bed, shoes inside a little plastic trash on the corner. Someday I'll try to organize it, but it won't be today.
I grab my cellphone on a chair and fall into bed. My cellphone is the thing I love most in this world, but not because I use it to talk with people... But because it is my ticket to him.
William Gray. The most perfect actor in whole world. William is just... the love of my life!
Yes, ignoring the fact that I have never really seen him.
"But I will. He is going to be my boyfriend" My mind whispers quietly from under my soul. Someday I am going to meet William Gray. We will fall for each other, we will kiss, we will marry...
You see, my life sucks; and that's why I hide. And when I want to hide, I close my eyes. In my mind, Angelina Firenze can be everything she always wished she were. No freckled best friend, no bullying girls, no dead fathers.
If there's something I'm good at, is controlling my mind. Sometimes I get myself re-inventing the day, with different actions, different people, different consequences. And with this, my nightmares become dreams.
Ripping myself out of my powerful thoughts, I turned Netflix on and started to watch William Gray: A life for the 235th time that month; slowly falling asleep with the sound of my love.
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Day zero, as the name says, is the beginning of the beginning- and I must warn everyone that this book is going to turn into something completely different from this.
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