My Love Life...

Ch.1 The begining.

I was once a happy child, I remember when I used to laugh a lot, like a real laugh not the fake ones I have to give every day to hide how I'm actually falling into pieces, I miss my old self, the girl that had no worries, no problems, and most importantly... no heartbreaks, nothing that could possibly drive me to try to kill myself.

I started half way through the school year in 6th grade after my mother getting remarried and me being forced to come to the United States for a "better future", *rolling eyes*, everything seemed to be okay, for a girl that had no idea of what was going on around her because I couldn't speak English (I know, lame) it was fine I had an excuse to pass my classes by doing nothing so I just went with it. I didn't mind moving from Mexico I wasn't really leaving anything important behind, My family? A bunch of strangers full of jealousy and competition against each other, all they did was fight and yell at each other, I sure didn't mind leaving that, Friends? Those girls were faker than a Barbie doll, definitly won't miss that, Boyfriend? I had a new bf every week and gave zero craps about them they were just a passenger, entertainment , or whatever u wanna call it, i never hurted them, i was always really straight forward about what I wanted and they knew it (don't worry, is not sex, I was 12) I just wanted a partner and I'd constantly get bored of them, and other than that I had nothing, so it really was whatever if I'm here or in China. A few months later, things started getting pretty interesting when i got a note from the guy sitting behind me...