St Angelas

Introduction

My name is Adriana DeLuca. I am a boarder at St Angelas School for girls, in New York. I am 17 years old and am soon to be off to my dream college, Yale.  Or at least I hope. 

My parents are Italian and I moved over to NYC when I was only 4 (my Dad had gotten a job opportunity that he couldn’t refuse.) But back in 2007, the year before I started Junior high at St Angelas, my Father was fired. My family loved Italy, and so they took this as a sign they should go back. I, on the other hand, belonged in New York. I can’t even remember being in Italy, but I knew that New York was where my heart belonged. So, after months of arguing, my parents finally settled that I would stay in New York where I would live out my Junior High and High School years at the all so prestigious St Angelas and they would fly back to Italy. 

There is nothing special about me. I am an average girl, with average grades and an average life. I am not in love with Vampires or falling in love with the local bad boy. I do not read 24/7 and I am not socially awkward. I am not shy nor do I have a bodily disorder which makes me blush at everything someone says to me. I don’t spend all my time in the library and as much as it may shock you, I do have a life outside of school. 

Speaking of school, as you may have already guessed, I go to an all female school named St Angelas. I board here 365 days of the year (give or take.) Along with most of the seniors at the school, I hope to go to a prestigious Ivy league university. 

I forgot to mention earlier that I have a brother. His name is Louis DeLuca and he is currently at St Angelas brother school, St Newmans. He went back to Italy with my parents when my Dad lost his job, but a few years later, in the year 2011, when it was his turn to start Junior High, he came back and now boards at St Newmans. He is now a Freshman and it is safe to say, he is one of my best friends.

I am currently in the third week of my first semester, and I will be documenting (and telling you) the chaotic times that lay ahead in my senior year.