October 15th, Friday.
It was a rainy day. I moved. Or maybe I should say I moved again? It was my fifth time moving cities. I'm tired of it. I'm very tired.
- Ariana, can you help me with boxes? - my dad was standing the porch or our new house with huge boxes with my stuff in his hands.
- Yes, sure, dad, - I got some boxes out of our car, carried them to my new room and placed on floor.
The room isn't big. But I can't say it's small. It's medium room. I have only bed, small table and wardrobe. I feel like nothing. Like a mess. I don't know anyone here. Except my parents. I was living in New York for three years before this moving, but we moved because mom got new better job here in Houston.
October 16th, Saturday.
I was sitting in my balcony and drinking hot chocolate when I saw that guy coming out if his house. He's kinda cute. But not my type. And by his walking it's 89% that he's gay. Anyways I don't care about boys. Now I only care bout myself. I had nine boyfriends and I'm tired of them. They're always cheating, coming out as gays or just run away from me.
I turned on Miley's song and started dancing. I kinda love Miley. Dancing is my secret passion. I've never went to some dancing lessons or something. Nobody actually knows about my passion. I don't know why. I love to create my own dances to random songs.
It's afternoon. Leaves are flying around me. I'm walking alone in park near our house. I like place of our house, but I kinda don't like the inside. It's smells old. I don't like that smell. Because it reminds me of the person who I loved the most in this world. My grandma. She died three years ago, but I'll never forget her. She is my inspiration and no one will change her.
Boy just ran at me. He broke my thoughts. I fell.
- I'm so sorry, - boy gave me his hand. I realised that he is the same person I saw in the morning.
- That's ok, I didn't get hurt, - I lied. My arm hurt so much, but he's not even close to me, why should I explain to him the details.
- Thanks god. I'm Jake, and you? - he lifted me lifted me up.
- I'm Ariana. I'm newbie here.
- That's ok, I can show you around, - he was nice.
- Yes, sure.
October 18th, Monday.
Sunday wasn't very special day. I drank coffee, read books. Nothing more. But this day is kinda special. My first day at my new school. I'm nerveous about not having friends and sitting at the lunch table alone, but I hipe this'd not happen to me. In the school I went before I was one of the most popular students. And now starting from the bottom again. But I know myself. I'll fight. I'll be the mest popular girl in school no matter what. I will.
I stepped out of my car.
- Bye, dad.
- Bye, sweetheart, - he drove away.
I was confused. Jake ran at me again, but thankfully I didn't fell. His books dropped.
- Oh, sorry again Ariana, - Jake was gathering his books.
- Hey, Jake, be more careful next time, or you can cause big problems, - I was smiling. I don't know why. Maybe I like Jake more that just a friend? Oh. No. No. No. I don't.
- I'm always like this and this day is kinda confusing, - he was picking up last book.
- What's happening? - I asked.
- You know, - he stood up. One guy who went to our school comitted suicide yesterday because bullying and today everyone is so confused about it.
- Oh, really? - I was kinda sad. I hate bullying. Children used to bully me when I was in first grade, but now nobody does that to me and I feel so sorry to people who killed them because of this thing.
- By the way, what's your first class? - Jake asked me.
- Well, let's see, - I looked at my scheudule. I have history. And you?
- Me too, what teacher?
- Mrs. Collins.
- Cool, we have the same class, let's go.
