Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me ✓

I remember the day I left Roosevelt High like it was yesterday.

The entire student body was incognizant of the accurate reason behind my departure since the majority of people made their assumptions based on what they were told. You're probably thinking I'm one of those teenagers who got bullied or kidnapped, except what I experienced has nothing to do with either of the criteria.

Albeit, my life is simply based on a series of unfortunate events.

For those of you who are slow on the uptake, I left this school because I couldn't bear to encounter the faces of those who had betrayed and deceived me. I fled to Boston to live with my mom — bearing in mind that I desperately needed to start afresh. When I started attending the private school Park Springs Academy, I had the tendency of secluding myself from everyone. I guess that's probably why I didn't make a lot of new friends.

Who am I kidding?

The only friend I had was my cousin, Camila. I always built up a wall that way I'd never get hurt by anyone but at the same time, I needed someone to comfort me whenever I cried myself to sleep at night. That's why I thought my mom was perfect for the job.

Unfortunately, she was never around when I needed her. Since my mom's a lawyer, she was always busy staying up late at night to study her cases and memorize tons of information on laws. Most of the time, I ended up having numerous sleepovers in Camila's house. Thanks to my mother (note the sarcasm), I was persuaded into returning back to California in order to, as she so dismissively liked to put it — deal with my issues.