A beautiful Wreck

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Complicated. I'm complicated. I'm uncontrollable. I can hurt people. I know it. As I grew up, I was always so confident, But because I didn't exactly have friends to learn from. I had to learned from celebrities and photo-shopped girls/models online, as I became aware that I couldn't dress like a 9 year old at the age of 13. But stopping in different countries to collect food, water, and gas. I caught a glimpse of the girls as they walked home from school. I learned that I did have imperfections and so did they. And they didn't look like photo-shopped models, they looked like real people. That's when the complication started. I was a mixture of both. My imperfections fell into the category of my insecurities. I started looking away when i laughed to hide my teeth. I don't know,

I knew that going to school would be a big change for me. Waking up in a house. Actually SEEING people my age. But I was excited about it. We had chosen to live in London, England. I wanted to see what it was actually like to be cold. I wanted to see the rain fall and play in the puddles that seemed to never dry up. I loved the cold. 

We sailed our way to England and came to a harbour. For a change, I was actually getting off. And not getting back on the boat from 10 minutes on being on land. I had gotten my packed backpack, just carrying my laptop, two pares of long black skinny jeans a couple long sleeves and a jacket, and got off the boat. I left over 50% of my clothes on the boat because it was mostly old smelly boat clothes that I guarantee you no one would wear. We got on a cab to the airport and caught our flight to London. I remember the view from the sky down to England. It was beautiful. Watching the layed clouds turn grey. Once we landed, I was in desperate need for clothes. It was the month of late September. It was cool and a light drizzle fell as we got in a cab. We came to our hotel. We where spending a week in a hotel because my dad had to sort out the house he had seen online. 

It was around 6:40 p.m. once we got settled in. My mom sat on my bed as I was on my crappy laptop.

"Honey," My mom paused waiting for me to look up.

I mumbled and glanced up to see her giving me the 'listen to me please' look. I shut my laptop and sat up.

"I understand, you are in need of clothes!" She said excitedly. 

"So tomorrow, how about we get up early and go shopping for clothes!" She finished waiting for me to react

"Okay" I said in a 'I wouldn't mind' tone. I was looking forward to it. I was happy. I wanted to start school and meet people. I felt like a child again.