1 Jan 2012
Happy New Year!
Pretty ironical, I know, since it isn't really a happy new year. The day begun with the worst news I could ever hear. We're moving to India very soon, totally against my wish.
"Just for a year, my son!", mom would plead and I just can't deny when she gives that look. Why can't dad stay alone there, if it's just a year? Mom and I can manage to stay by ourselves, can't we? Uncle Henry lives a mile away. We could rely on him in case of any emergency.
Henry? The name sounded pretty familiar. Wasn't he dad's colleague? Well, out of the seven billion people on this earth, there could be a thousand Henrys in town, I thought, and continued to read.
I've heard a lot about India. It has good culture and historical marvels and all that stuff, but it's not a developed country. It's not somewhere you'd like to live, being an American.
I didn't know much about India at that time so I didn't care to research on what made him say that, well 'write' that. All I knew about was Indiana!
As usual, I don't get a say in it.
"We're moving, and that ends it.", said dad this morning, sternly.
This is not fair. I have a damn life here! I have my friends, my school, my teachers, my neighbours, my dance club, and most importantly, I'd miss watching that cute girl who walks down the street every day. Her pretty eyes, her wavy hair, her soft smile, her pink ears.... She's that perfect angel I always dreamed of. I'd miss her. God alone knows if she would still stay here after a year. Maybe I should find where she lives. Maybe I should ask her out. Maybe.
That was so cheesy. I was indeed surprised that the diary belonged to a guy. I mean, it's weird to find guys having a diary, unless they're some kind of psychological patients advised by their doctors to keep one. This guy was different, I thought.
"Emily, you're supposed to be in the car in five minutes", screamed mom. I shoved the book below the almirah and got up to get dressed for the party.
I couldn't contain my excitement, for I was reading a 'real' diary, of someone, in some corner of the world, who had no idea I existed.
But boy, I was wrong, you'll know how.
