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