Prologue
My therapist told me that I should write down my past,present,and future in a journal.That was basically her sophisticated way of saying I need to make a diary starting with the day I was born.
Here goes nothing.
Chapter 1
Past
My name is Zelia Mayra Milis Callaghan. I am fourteen years old, and think this is stupid.
Lets start over. My parents gave me a name that is,well,unique. Zelia means radiance of the sun, and in Hebrew Ardent or Zealous. But most people call me Lia. My middle names are irish. Mayra means bitter, and Milis means sweet….Yes my middle name is bitter sweet. My grandmother on my fathers side had the name of Milis, which is pretty cool. Don’t ask where the Mayra idea came from, I guess its pay back for nine hours of labor?
Now that introductions are out of the way, lets start before the beginning.Yes you read that right.
My father comes from a long line of Nobleman in some rich Irish high society type thing. We even have a castle in Ireland that we use to go to every summer. Actually now that I think of it,we stopped going when I turned twelve, and haven’t been back. The only family on my fathers side is his dad and sister. His dad was the stereotypical grandfather who smells like peppermint and chewing tobacco. He also always gave random deep life lessons, and read the newspaper.I don’t have many memories of my aunt Aoife. Its pronounced ee-fa, and my dad says when they were little he called her Eva. Her name means, “beautiful, radiant, joyful”,but the only one I remember her as is beautiful.
My mother is part Cherokee. Her mother was apart of the blue clan, but she married “A white man” as her dad said. Its not that he was racist or anything, its just he had a fear of his familys ways being lost. Add his wife having recently past, and my grandmother being his only daughter, he was hurt.Now you might ask why they didn’t just make up.Thats the sad part. You see she was actually on her way to mend things up,”A days travel,” When he past. So to make a long story short, My grandmother only past on her favorite traditions,and my mother is doing the same. You see where this is going right?
I have my mother’s natural ‘tan’ with long curly jet black hair that reaches my waist. I am exactly five feet and nine inches tall with grayish blue eyes.
I am completely happy with my life and don’t have amnesia of what was supposed to be one of the best nights of my life.I have a voice, and the perfect house that's practically a mansion,but cozy, and I've lived here from the day I was born. I have the best bestie in the world,and nothings wrong.
Who would have guessed that one night could change all of this.
*
Future
I guess I’ll get the Future part out of the way. The only thing Mrs.Reprizi (My counselor) could have meant by future is what I plan on, right? Well thats what I’m going by.
So have I mentioned I’m only fourteen?Well that means four years of High school left. I Am a straight ‘A’ kinda girl, okay,so maybe I had a 88 in Geometry. My foreign languages are German and French,( I already got all of my fine arts credits out). I have been in dance since I was four years old, and I’m in every school play whether its as an actor or costume designer. I can also cook better than two-thirds of America.
Now you're probably wondering what these things have to do with my future. Honestly I just really like foreign languages, which is why I also know sign language,spanish,and Latin. I love dance and could always be in a dance video or something like that. As far as acting, why not? Even the commercial actors get big cash, and added up with my career, I’d be good. Fashion is endless so I could have my own line,and make my own clothes(money saver). But whats really important is my chef career. Yep, thats right. Chef Lia. Plus, if I got desperate I’m really good with a paint brush.(Wink,Wink).To sum it all up, just about anything artsy is my kinda thing.
After high school I’ll somehow have a really nice house,I'm still working out some details,While I go to NYC. Why New York you ask? Well I’ll tell you why. NYC has the best culinary and art institute in America. Good reason right? Then along will come prince charming and we’ll live happily ever after.I mean don’t judge-like I said, quote on quote,”I’m still working out some details.”
More recent past
Why do I need a therapist who makes me write my life’s story, you may ask? Well it all started at last years end of the school dance. You see,I went to a prep school full of, can you guess?Preps! The only people I had were my bestie Angie, my friend Dimitri “Dimka” for short, and my gorgeous boyfriend Thomas. What more could a girl want. Added on all of this I was the kind of popular where as I walked down the hall everyone said hey. By now you're probably going,”Oh, this girl has the perfect life!.” Thats where you are wrong, and who can blame you? I use to think the same thing.
I guess I should have noticed how every time I tried to plan something for all three of us to do they would both be busy. Or how since they were paired up as lab partners at the beginning of the year they spend the whole period giggling. Maybe I was just too happy to see two of the three most important people in my life getting along so well. What really should of worried me was when Angie gave her virginity away last summer at the age of fourteen, and wouldn’t even tell me to who.
Thinking back on it now that I know actually makes me feel pretty ignorant, but not as much as how I found out.
It was at the dance when I couldn’t find Angie. Thomas went to go get me some punch so I wandered around trying to find a person that didn’t say ‘like’ every three words.I ended up bumping into a girl named Sarah who I was paired up with once in Biology. Before I can say anything a cute nerd walks up and ask her to dance. Feeling lonely I look back over to the snack table but couldn’t see Thomas. With a sigh I decided to get some air in the hallway, maybe even find Angie.
I try the first classroom to my right and see a blonde girl with her hands
wrapped around some guys neck. Before I can close the door all the way I notice who the guy is.
“Thomas?” Before I realize I spoke aloud he looks over at me and freezes.
He opens his mouth to say something but before he does I see whos behind him.
“Angie?”
I stood there for what felt like hours,but was probably only seconds. They both just stood there staring at me, and me at them. When Thomas opened his mouth to say something I cut him off.”No I don’t want to hear any excuses or whatever you have to say, I-I’m moving to Ireland.Thanks for helping me make the decision.
With that I turn and walk away from two of the most important, well ex-most important people in my life....I don't look back.
So this is my first watpad book and I would like any help I could get. I already have a out line...sort of, I just need help filling in the spaces. Thats where you come in! Anyways- if you like it vote and such =>
