My name is Nicole Marie Jackson and I just had moved from Virginia to Minnesota for my mom's job opportunity she had. She works as a psychiatrist and works many hours so she's never really present. It's just me and my mom, my dad died when I was just about two years old. My mom rarely talks about him because she says that it breaks her heart just thinking about him. He died of cancer in the heart and my mom was heartbroken, she says they were in love and were meant for each other. I don't really believe in "soulmates" or anything like that, I don't like commitment. Anyways, my mom is Marie Jackson, she didn't change her last name after my dad died. in my old school, I was genuinely "the popular girl", which I really don't get because I had no real friends and every boy just wanted to use me for my body. I was a skinny, averaged sized girl, 5'0 foot, blonde, light brown eyes, and was the most basic girl I know. I have about 100,000 followers on instagram and almost 1.5 million subscribers on youtube. When we got to Minnesota, I noticed how small and enclosed our neighborhood was so I was pretty happy about that. We finally got to our little house with two bedrooms, one bathroom, one kitchen, and one living room. It was nice. I stepped inside and went straight to my room, I dropped the box that was in my hands and started to look outside the window.
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Hi! Ok, so this is my first ever Watt pad "book/novel", so please be nice:). I'll be posting once a week because of school but don't worry, I won't forget about you lol. Bye<3. -Aylara
