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I shrugged my thoughts away and finished packing my stuff.
"Here we go again." I sigh.
I'm Giana Brooke, a grade 8 student. I live with my mom, because I don't really have a choice. And I don't know who and where my dad is. Sad story, you say? A little sophomore girl, all alone with her mom, abandoned by her father. Well, you know what? I don't really give a fuck.
When I was a little girl, I've always hoped to meet and wished for my dad to come home. I used to imagine these scenes in my head where I might someday see him and he'll buy me cute dresses or dolls and he's going to carry me around and call me his princess. But after years and years of waiting, I got tired of it. I grew out of those 'fairytales', and got used to being alone all the time.
This might sound weird coming from me, but I really guess he's the reason why I'm like this. Maybe he's the reason why I'm such a rebel, why in my own miseries, why I created my own darkness.
"Why can't you just leave me behind?" I 'suggested' to my mom, who is also packing. She got promoted in work, and she's rquired to move to Australia. I don't even get why she's forcing me to come with her when all I've been doing is give her headaches. And anyways, she's the one who got promoted and is needed to move. Not me.
"Giana darling, you know I can't do that. I don't want you to be alone here, and besides I heard Aussies are really good looking." She said, winking at me.
'Are you fucking kidding me?' I thought to myself. I roll my eyes at her, and turn back to my room to check on my stuff.
"I hate you so much." I whispered to myself. To be honest, I'm really tired of moving around the world. I've been to Canada, Los Angeles, Paris, Japan, Philippines and I am currently in New York, but moving again. If you think every girl in this universe loves to travel, then you're fucking wrong. It may be nice to go to this and that, but once you get used to this certain place but you have got to move to another, it's not really 'nice'. It's frustrating.
I tuck a few strands of hair behind my ears. I open up my bag to make sure I have packed every single thing of my stuff. I dig through my baggages, and realized I forgot something.
I smiled as I packed my One Direction posters neatly and gently in to my bag. Yeah, it's weird for a 'rebel' like me. I know, it's really weird, but I'm a directioner or a fangirl, whatever you call it. I don't really care.
After hours of my mom nagging and packing, she finally finished and now we're headed to the airport.
I messaged my friends that I'm leaving tonight and eventually, they replied with all sorts of cheesy stuff. I'm not that kind of girl, cheesy and sweet? Nope, not in my vocabulary. But for once in my life, I'm really touched by their text messages.
I let out a deep sigh and slouched on my seat. 'I am officially leaving New York'. I thought to myself. I'm really going to miss this place.
As soon as we got on the plane, my mind immediately wondered about Australia. Are people there going to be nice, or are they going to be huge assholes? Will I meet a lot of people their like me, or am I going to be another misfit? Will I meet him? The one? What if I meet my true love there? Why the fuck am I thinking about that? Oh God, I'm only fourteen for fuck's sake!
But I really wish my mom and I will stay there permanently. I don't want to move anymore, it's tiring. What if no one likes me there? I hope not. What if I get bullied will I tell my mom? Too many what if's going on in my mind. My mind finally decided to let me sleep.
