Meant to be

The Beggining

Love is what most people are looking for. Is what keeps us alive and make us more humans. Although most people don't really know what love is about, everybody wants it.

The hardest part of love is realising how far it can get to you and how much it can hurt you.

My love story was kind of weird, as I was 11 years old, but it felt as passionate as any other. It started when I entered to secondary. I was definitly looking for a love story, hoping I would never forget it. I never did.

Secondary was a whole new world for me. It made me feel older, but in the good way. As always, I shared all this new feelings with my best friend Carla, who was constantly supporting me (so I did). I really felt that this friendship was gonna be those life-time, but it didn't. I remember we spent those days dreaming of our futures and how famous we would become; we were full of hope. When school started all our peers were all exited about the wonders of secondary.

"My big brother told me that he and his friends painted their lockers and they were all punished!!"

"OMG!! Really?"

"He was almost kicked out of school!!"

Literaly those were ALL of our conversations. The funniest part was that we never got tired of them. As school passed by we all felt more and more mature. One day we were all at class and some bigger girls knock the door. They had some fotocopies in their hands, and started explaining us about drama club. This club were clases of acting, dancing and singing. I remember as soon as they started talking Carla and I looked at each other with the same expression. We were super-exited!!