love is a thousand miles away

Part one

Mornings are beautiful, with all their tiny details. The sun glows in the blue sky. The clouds are moving around softly in the never-ending sky. And that freshening morning air is enough to revive the souls that got locked in a sad monotonous life by boredom and depression.
She waked up in a good mood. She won't go to school today since it's sunday!
Sometimes the usual stuff become adorable if we notice them and appreciate them. She had to do her homework, she even forgot what it was about but she's still excited to do it.
She jumped off her bed to clean up the room before she starts working.
Nobody's home. Only her.
A quiet large space just for her. That feels good! This girl was not even a morning person but it seemed like a perfect day to do everything and anything!
All windows were opened, her coffee and cupcakes were put on the kitchen counter.
Here goes nothing. The assignment is an essay about "who you are, or who you think you are to be specific" , that won't be hard.
Susan hates introducing herself. She did this a lot at school because She went to several schools when she was younger. She had plenty of teachers and classmates that craved for information about her because she was always a stranger to them.
She just hates that moment when her teacher points his ink-dirty finger at her and loudly ask : "Would you please stand up and represent yourself?" Yet there is that worse question "what's going on?" or "what's up?" that she answers with "nothing." Like it is a universal code. Like there is nothing going on in her life!
Every single conversation starts with the awkward question and the even-more-awkward answer.
She sometimes wonders why everyone still does this.
Nobody cares if she went to the dentist last week or that she found something lost in her yard when she was playing with her rabbit!
here is what Susan wrote:
12.10.2009
Who Am I?
My name is Susan Tariq
Not the best name ever but I like it.
I am a Tunisian girl. Nothing so special or oh-so-unique in my life. I attend high school, live with my parents Yusuf Tariq and Yasmin Ahmad Tariq . I do what all teenagers usually do. I enjoy eating junk food, hanging out, sleep-overs and cute dresses. Although I am smart, book-smart.
Like I study hard, do well in class, have great marks. That doesn't mean that I'm not a naughty student!
Yes, I do skip classes and trick the school's administration so they won't punish me. I don't remember how many times I've been called to the principal's office, but I know that the number is really sadly high.
My #1 rule is 'Don't let them know' and by them I mean my parents, basically because I was born in an over-protective and strict family. You can't change God's plans, now can you?
I had to suck it up and try to cope with it until I grow up and be set free.
They caught me a couple of times and grounded me but I admit that I deserve it.
You can't blame me for having such a curiosity. Experiencing everything is a MUST for me.
And of course my reputation had some ups and downs yet I didn't care that much about what people say. I only look after myself and do what I am convinced with.
I spent my whole childhood and some of my teenage years moving around. "It's my job's requirements." Dad says.
I hope one day I achieve my goal and have a happy life.
"That's it!" She shouts happily "I am done." as her mother comes back home after a long day at work.