"Zola! Come down here right now! We need to go!"
My mother shouts through the stairs and in my bedroom. 'Please don't let this happen' I thought.
I quickly grab my suitcase and dash out of my room. I don't know why all of a sudden I am so sad about moving. I look back at my empty, lonely room. I think I'm tearing a little. I go downstairs, all sad. I wonder if anybody noticed, cause I don't want anybody to.
"What's wrong, honey?" My mom says.
Shoot. "Umm, nothing mom. Really,I'm fine."
I lie. I don't know why I didn't just run away. I'm a total loser. Next thing you know, I'm the humiliating puppet in my school. Like everybody is going to pick on me over and over. I just feel it.
As the pilot flies through New York, I say good-bye to all my lovely places so I won't forget about them. Then, as I quickly take a nap, I will try to calm myself down a little and try to picture myself in my new school. 'Think positive, Zola Martinez. Think positive' I tell myself.
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The Good Girls Gone Bad
Teen FictionHello. My name is Zola Martinez. I currently moved from New York to California with my mom, not knowing where my dad is. I go to Edward High school, where everything is against me. I like my enemy's boyfriend, and I plan on stealing him. I change my...
