Real Life.

Real Life Chapter #1 (Prologue -EDITED-)

Hey, hi, hello, bonjour! How are you doing?

Welcome to chapter one, I am super excited to post this, since its my first chapter and all, but enough of that.

This chapter is going to be pretty much some explaining about Alexandra's life and her mom's.

Enjoy, comment, vote!

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*Alexandra's POV*

Hey, I'm Alexandra Rivera I live in London, England. I was born in a lovely family, we were economically in the average side of London. 
I have studied all my life in Private School's, but after a while my parents decided it was time for me to try something new and put me into a public school nearby our neighborhood.

I am half Puerto Rican and half Londoner. I was born in Puerto Rico but right after I was 1 year old, my mom and dad moved over here to London. My dad is the Puerto Rican and my mom is the Londoner.

Everything was perfect in my life, I had a best friend, I had great grades, amazing potential in volleyball but something horrible happened that changed my life completely.
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I got out from my classroom and made my way to my mom's car, as usual I gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down on the back seat putting on my seatbelt.

"Hey mom, how was your day?" She didn't answer but she looked at me with a pitiful look.

"Honey...I have something to tell you but I don't want you to get sad okay?" She said and took a hold of my hand.

"Sure mom.. It can't be that bad right?" She shrugged and what I heard next surprised me a lot..

"Mamita, your dad and I...we are going to take some time away from each other and I am going to take you..I can't afford to pay your membership here in this school so you'll be homeschooling for a while..."

A tear slipped from my eye and she looked at me with watery eyes "B-But what about my friends?" I said in a sad soft tone.

"You'll have to say goodbye to them at the end of the semester" she gave me a supportive smile and I smiled weakly back at her.

I have to admit I was sad because I won't see my friends again unless I see them outside from school, and I am going to have to make myself comfortable in a completely different curriculum.

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A few months later I was on 6th grade and I had made amazing progress in my homeschooling, I had to admit, I learn more in a week of homeschooling than I do in real school even though schools here in London are very strict and have great teachers. I didn't go out as much as before, and of course socializing was a little harder than before too but it was still fine, I had my best friend here with me.
Everything started in 7th grade when I changed completely and became one of the most horrible persons in the world.

I got home early today so I decide I wanted to  a break from homeschooling and maybe play some video games downstairs at the basement or maybe just take a long nap before mom got home.

My mom suddenly and unexpectedly bursts through he door, yelling at me to go do my chores, I yelled back, I've never done that but I felt good! I felt powerful versus her. She was left dumb founded about my outburst.
"I'm fucking sick and tired of your shit mom! You always come home yelling at me and making me do chores that I can barely handle, it's your fucking fault dad left, pull your shit together !" I yelled crossing my arms across my chest.

And that day was when I lost myself, I lost everything, respect for myself, respect for my mom, I liked playing with peoples feelings and doing it made me feel good!

My first boyfriend was a guy called Scott he was this cute, kind of gay-ish guy, with orange hair and nice hazel eyes. I met him because his brother used to study with me in head start. We started talking and hanging out after we met in a convention that was supposed to be for new homeschoolers, after that we hit it off pretty well and well...one day he confessed I knew already he liked me because a friend told me. I wasn't too into him, not even a little bit hell! So I decided it was time for another one of my plays, I played this guy hard, he broke up with me and to not be too rude I told him I never liked him, not even close to loving him! He never talked to me ever again.
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A few years after I fell into a deep depression because I was missing my dad and feeling lonely as hell, karma was hitting me very hard.
I always thought It was a phase, that it would go away but it never did, I was having one of those real cases...
My mom started treating me like shit, she came home drunk, and high off her mind sometimes even. I lost my real mom completely, instead of this I expected her to continue her life, get a job to support us, but no...she did the exact opposite. I was living off my dads weekly pension, they weren't divorced, and my dad didn't know about her condition but he still sent us a good 2 thousand dollars a week, that's how I fed both of us and payed the bills myself. And you might wonder, weren't you too young to pay the bills, well I was fourteen by that time, four years had passed since my player phase. I still had some thoughts that killed me sometimes but I was still strong for myself, for my mom, for my dad, and for my future, of course I got some help from Jackson Reed, aka Jack, my best friend, he came over sometimes and we did our homework together and went to get the groceries.
When I was 14 and a half, I started writing poems that I never showed anyone, stories too.. but i was too scared of being judged, and never posted them.
I would always read successful stories on wattpad and Dreame wondering if I could ever get to that level of success, or fame however you want to call it.
I used to take a walk around the park right before sunset and draw or even write what I thought about it. I sometimes created stories about people I didn't even know...it's my dream to write, to let people know about my talent and love for writing...

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Heyyyyyy! Welcome back to my cringe book! I hope your liking it for now. Pretty good word count (1160) for today. The next chapters will be longer of course.
Anyways that's enough chit chat from me.
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