Friday, September 13, 2013
Dear Adam,
Well as you can see by the date on the right side of the paper that its Friday the 13th. The day that is considered the day to be where everyone has the work luck possible. Things that you would never expect to happen to you, happens.
Whoever made that up was full of crap. Well almost.
You see when bad things happen to me, I never know it because I don't really care. I could care less if it was morning or night, hot or cold, pretty or ugly. At least that's how my mother would see me as. Although I know that's partially not true. I do care but I don't people see that I care otherwise they make me do things because I'm good at it.
For example, I can cook. There are days where I would cook for my family but then my dad tried to take advantage which only ended up in me cooking. Every. Single. Day. At first I didn't mind it but it came a day where all I was doing was cooking. Let's just say that ended in my family was eating burned rice and salty soup for a week.
My motto is: I can do it, I just don't feel like it.
Maybe my mom didn't like that and that's why I ended up seeing a therapist. Apparently I'm "clinically depressed," or something like that.
But that's another story for another day.
Let's talk about a more depressing matter; school.
Like any other school, Roselle High school looked like a prison.
Creamish walls, green lockers and terrible desks that don't give you enough space for your notebook. You know, the whole package of what a terrible school looks like. I'm not that good at describing things.
At least the food is somewhat good.
But anyways, morning classes were going good. I only got detention for "accidentally" sleeping in class. Things got a little complicated during lunch period.
Remember how I told you Nathan Parker was back in town. Well here's the funny thing, I kinda knocked him onto the floor. Well not really me, but the door.
You see I was going to exit the cafeteria when I didn't see anything I wanted to eat but as I push to door out a little too hard, I didn't check if anybody was there.
And there was. It was Nathan.
Adam, guess what I did. I laughed.
I laughed so loud that my stomach was hurting and I was on the floor beside Nathan. But that was all you would here. Me laughing. The cafeteria was dead quiet as everybody in it was staring at what just happened with their jaws on the floor and their eyes as wide as mosquitos. That only made me laugh even more. By the end, no sound was coming from my mouth just wheezing noises. When it was over I got up and walked over Nathan who was still on the floor holding his head, looking at me as if I was crazy. Which I kinda was.
"You should get an ice pack for that." I said to him as I walked away to my next class.
Little did I know he was going to be there.
Adam I think I just screwed myself over.
Wish me luck.
Aurora.
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Hey guys!
Sorry this chapter is short. But I promise you you next one is going to by longer.
Until next time.
~Noemi.

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Journal of a troubled teenager
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