Day 7: I'm Catholic?

Sundays were meant for sleeping in and not for waking up at 6 in the morning. This morning I woke up with a big bang on the door, I slightly open my eyes and look over at the clock and realized it was 6:15 in the morning. Seriously, who get's up at 6 in the morning to go to church? My aunt, that's who, she was crazy if she thought I would get up. But after 3 times knocking on my door she clearly stated that I was expected to attend mass every Sunday if I ever wanted to get out of the house. I had no option but too accompany her and my cousin to church. I don't recall a time that I've been inside a church; I didn't know that I was Catholic. I mean, yeah, I grew up with certain values and traditions but not religious ones. I guess my mother was Catholic. Anyhow, if my aunt was expecting me to change of attitude or anything like that she was wrong. I grew up without God in my life and I could continue doing so. Let's see how the rest of the day goes. 

- Karyme

Day 6: No More Freedom

Last night was not so bad, seriously, I would have never imagined that I would actually enjoy myself at a simple hangout. I must admit that girl, Angie and her friends know how to have fun. There was music, food, games and of course under-age drinking. I wasn't much of drinker when I was in New York but last night I made an exception. I even met a guy his name is Rogelio, if I was in five senses I would have not talked to him however I'm glad that I did, he's an okay looking guy. Don't worry, I'm still in love with Peter but my girly senses tingled and just found the need to mention him.

However, there were consequences for my night not. According to my aunt Leticia, I should have asked permission before going out. She said that this not New York and cannot come and go as I pleased. Can you believe her? I mean, I understand that she is those type of parents who worry and stuff but please, I'm not her child. Due to that night of fun, I got punished and you know what my punishment was... to spend my Saturday with my dorky cousin Diego. My aunt asked him to take me a long to his soccer practice at the park and we both protested but neither of us had the power to convinced my aunt. I ended up going to the park with him and his buddies. I had to sit and watch them play soccer for almost 3 hours, eventually I did walk around the park. I cannot believe that my aunt obligated me to that, support the way Diego's friends kept flirting with me. That's just disgusting.

Today, I learned that I don't the total freedom like in New York and that's not fair.  Like I haven't said it enough, I hate my dad, ugh! Why did he have to be mean towards me? I have to do something to get out of here quickly and back to my Peter. It's been almost a week and I haven't heard from him. I wonder if my dad did something to him.


Well, let's see tomorrow turns out.

Karyme 

Day 5: The End of the Week

Hey, it's finally FRIDAY, the end of the week and most importantly no more school, well until Monday. You have no idea how much I loathe the school and the students. I rather have suffered in a boarding school than attend a public school. At least, it's Friday, I could take a breather from the school and chill out in my room. It's only been five days here and I'm already bored out of my mind. Right now, I'm just in my room listening to my iPod while I write to you all. If I was back home right now, I would probably be getting ready to go out with my love. Every now and then, Peter and I would sneak into his family's restaurant to eat Peruvian food then would go out dancing or go to the movies. It's been a week since I last saw him...

According to my aunt, I need to start making friends; she doesn't want me to be stuck in my room everyday. I don't know if that's a good idea, the people here are different from the people I usually interact, well except for Peter and his family. I know if Peter was here, he would say to give the people here a chance and I should not judge them because they live in a low- income area. Oh, Peter, I miss your advice and comfort. 

Today at school, I was invited to a kick back at the one the girls that I met this week, Angelica. I'm not sure if I've told you all about her; Angie, from what I could tell she and I could be best friends. We have the same taste in style and enjoys the attention from everyone. Anyways, I'm doubting if I should go because I barely know her and I don't know what type of people who she hangs out with.
I don't want to be trap in my aunt's apartment, maybe I should go and have a bit of fun. The words of Peter are still flowing in my head. #thanks a lot


Wish me luck .

- Karyme 

Day 4: Not a good day.

This morning when I got from bed I realize that I didn't have anything to wear that's when I realize that I need to go shopping. But how can I, if I've been cut off? Then I remembered the credit card that Rebecca had sneaked into my suitcase. I had a moment of happiness until I realize how was I going to buy stuff without my aunt noticing. My smiled into a frown. I cannot survive of weekly allowance of 20 dollars, at that rate I will never get the things I want. Unless I tell my aunt that I got a job, that will be a perfect story to cover up the clothes. But will she buy the story? I'm back where I started, I need to sneak the clothes in but how? I'll get back to that.

Other than my wardrobe dysfunction, I encountered myself sitting next to a jerk, his name is Marco. Apparently he got mad because I didn't want to move from his so call "seat". I was like, it's just a seat dude. Then later in class he kept blocking me from the board which cause me not to write any notes. After class I confronted him but he just walked away like I didn't exist. No one walks away from me. I told myself. I hope not to encounter myself with him while I'm here.

And one more thing I should mention, the food. The food here is weird. I guess it's because my mom's side of the family is Mexican and only eat Mexican food. When I first arrived my aunt gave me a plate of refried beans with a couple of torillas and I'm like, that's all? Seriously? I've had better food than this and I'm a person who doesn't eat a lot. I need to learn how to cook so I could eat healthy and not eat this crappy food.

Today was not a good day.At least tomorrow is Friday. :)


                                          Karyme

Day 3: Feeling Eh'

Today school was unbearable, seriously, like I had three guys flirt with me and I'm like, "Thanks guys, but I have a boyfriend." But that didn't stop them from doing things for me. It felt nice to be pampered but I did feel uncomfortable at times. Other than guys hovering over me, I managed to meet two girls that I think I could possibly hang out. Their names are Jocelyn and Diana; they seem they have a sense of style and know how to run the school along with their "sister" Angelica, whom I haven't met yet. I know they won't replace my girls from back home but I need alliances and they will help me get around here.

Since I've been here my father hasn't called not once has he called to see how I'm handling this new lifestyle. What else can I expect from an absent father? Was I really a terrible daughter to him? Since my mom passed away, it's like he shows more affection towards Rebecca and I never understood why. I know I've been talking about my father in the last few posts, I guess this issue has been bothering me lately. I just wish I had Peter with him, whenever I talk to him about my dad he finds the right words to consulate me.

I'm confess to you all that I'm home sick, yes, believe or not, I miss my house in New York. I previously stated that I would have  preferred to live anywhere else than there but I miss it. I miss talking to my maids every morning and laughs we use to have. (I wasn't a snobby rich girl, I was nice) And even though it was quiet because no one was hardly there I preferred that than living in a noisy neighborhood.

Just a few minutes ago, my aunt Leticia and my dorky of a cousin Diego walked into my room with two pieces of furniture, a desk and a chair, and in addition a 19' inch television.As if that's going to make my stay here any better. I need to endure this new lifestyle.

Well wish me luck.

                           
                                              Karyme

Day 2: I Don't Belong Here

I'm sitting here in my room with nothing to do just strolling down on Facebook and listening to my music. A girl like me shouldn't be stuck living like this. I know what I did wasn't a great plan to get my dad's attention but I should have not been punish like this. How am I going to survive 8 months here? I don't understand how can someone possibly like living under these conditions? There is no logical explanation that someone like living with walls filled up with graffiti and in houses that look like they are about to fall down. I'm not exaggerating about the city; I'm just being realistic about the neighborhood.

So, last night I tried to communicate with my friends back home but none of my friends would reply back. I tried tweeting them and messaging them on Facebook but they refused to reply. Is my social status back home is drowning down, that even my own friends won't speak to me? This cannot be happening to me. No, maybe it's my father's plan to isolated me from everyone and everything, yes, that has to be it. My friends could not ditch me like that. Oh, great. I'm alone in this misery. I'm not even sure if I want to make friends here. I doubt anyone is worthy to become my friend.

With no money, no phone, and no car, how will I get by? I'm literally crying as I write this because I never appreciated the things I had until they were taken away from me. I wish that my father would understand if he only paid a little attention to me, I would stop acting up. Ugh, I'm so mad at him. Now thanks to him, I have to live without those luxuries. My life has changed from one day to another but I'm not going to let my father get to me. No matter if it kills me, I'm going to show him that I'm better than Rebecca. I know it's not going to be easy but I have to make an effort. At least I have you, all my readers, as a comfort.

Probably by know, Peter must know that I'm gone and reading this post. Baby, I'm sorry for what my father did. But I promise I'll fix it. I'll find a way to see you again. Just wait.  

Oh  and get this, today before heading to school in the morning my aunt gave a 20 dollar bill. I didn't understand why, she told me that was my allowance of the week. WTH! 20 dollars, I remember my dad use to give 500+. How was I going to get anything done with only 20 dollars. I asked for more but she told me that if I wanted more and I should get a job. I just walked away. Can you believe that, me working? LOL. Give me a  break, I will never work in my life. 

I have to go, my aunt just walked in and wants me to help her to make dinner. 

Wish me luck. 

 Karyme

Day 1: The Worst Day of My Life

Did my dad loose his marbles when he made the decision of sending me here to live with my so call aunt and cousin in this city that I have never heard of. When he told me the news that I was coming to California I thought I would be living in a condo in Beverly Hills or something but I had no idea I would be coming here. I would have settled upon going to a boarding school but no, my father just had to send me with distant relatives in a unknown place. 

Even though I didn't have a perfect life back home but I preferred being surrounded with maids than staring at poverty. I went from living from a mansion to a small apartment in an low-income neighborhood that every 10 minutes I hear sirens.  I know I haven't been the perfect daughter like my sister Rebecca but that is because I've been trying to get my father's attention. And when I got it he punishes me by sending me away? Am I that bad of a daughter that he didn't want to see me anymore? I must admit that running away with my boyfriend was not the right way to deal with things but it didn't give the right for my dad to sent me to this horrific place. Peter and I are meant to be together and I didn't see why my father didn't understand that I love Peter. Maybe it's because he has forgotten how to love after my mother's death.  If only he could meet someone and fall in love maybe he could understand how I feel for Peter. 

What is worst than living in this apartment, is the school that I'm attending. Clearly my dad has no interest in my life if he did he would not have allowed my aunt to enrolled me to that school.  The school that I'm attending for my education is called, San Manuel High School, a school in which I have no interest of going back because I can't stand the people there.  

I don’t know how I'm going to survive here in this city with no credit cards or luxuries or without my boyfriend Sam  that he has no idea that I'm here.  I was practically sent here with a suitcase with some clothes and shoes and some necessities. The room that my aunt gave me it’s a disgrace, I can't sleep here.  At least I was able to bring my Mac computer and with the wireless  I could still communicate with my friends with Facebook.

I don’t know how I'm going to survive here, but while I'm here I still have my blogging and I hope anyone who reads this could come to my rescue . It's only day one… of who knows how long I'm going to be in this junk of a city.

                                                                                    -Karyme

Escape

I cannot live like this anymore, not the way I have been living in the last few days. My father thinks he could control my every move but he is wrong. My loving father has placed me in house arrest and no I'm not kidding. He literally hired 3 body guards to make sure I didn't go anywhere. What the heck is wrong with my father? One moment he ignores me like I don't exist but when I do something that he doesn't approve he's realizes he has a daughter. I'm irritated by his behavior, I just cannot take it any longer. I need a plan to escape this hell whole. It has been 3 days since I haven't seen my beloved Peter and the only communication that I have with him is through the maids of the house. We literally have been writing letters to each other, I could not risk the chance that my father would place a track on my phone and laptop to spy on me. 

The only solution that I could think of is running away with him. I know it's an absurd idea, but what else can I do? I have to think of something and soon before my father does something radical like sending me away to boarding school, I would not be surprise if he does. 

If you any of you guys have any ideas, hit me up, please. I'm open to any suggestions. 

Karina.