Don't smile at me

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My name is Ariana Grande. I used to live in the Hollywood Hills. Yes, you heard right. Used to. Mom and Dad had to leave for business and had the brilliant idea to sent me to my grandmothers house until the next year starts. I love Nonna, buuuut it's going to be so boring in Massachusetts. And if I forgot to mention it - cold. The winter will be pretty tough, compared to Los Angeles' for ever summer.

Now I sit on my small wooden bed and blow my fringes out of my face. Nonna lives in the richest suburb of Boston - it's called Weston. Never heard of it? Ah, me neither. I wish.

Why isn't Nonna coming to LA instead? Our Mansion has enough bedrooms for a whole football team. But no, she has her little herb garden. And her two cats. And a goldfish. And she also has her workplace in this area. My grandmother sells healing crystals on the market in Boston.

She also can tell your fortune, but not for free, though.

I asked her how this four months will affect my life and she pulled a tarot card. It was the dead. Very promising, Nonna. Very promising. Yay.

I cried tears till I had no tears left to cry. But she patted my back and told me that the dead doesn't mean that I'm going to die. It just means that a huge change will turn my life upside down.

I am so not ready for it. My anxiety's have anxiety's. I always was the it-girl at school, had many friends and was everybody's sweetheart. But this public high school is new terrarium. I don't know how I will look like through the eyes of ordinary people.