Disclaimer : Hello, readers. So, I've decided to write as The DramaQueen. It's going to be like my alter ego. The DramaQueen Series, I like to call it (and WANT you to call it :P) It's all fiction, don't worry. So, yeah, Have fun reading! I hope I get a positive feedback.
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She wakes up in her Abercrombie and Fitch pajamas, strands of her hair come into her eyes, rays of sunshine fall on her deep brown eyes, they gleam like fire-balls, and she is the most beautiful thing you would have ever seen. Her face so perfect with cheekbones so high, and hair so luscious and black. Her smile so beautiful with a dimple on her right cheek. Prettiness personified. Inside and out.
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I am The Drama Queen, you call also call me DQ, for convenience. Shifting to a new city is always difficult, and it has been equally tough for me. New people- unfamiliar, uncanny eyes. All staring at me with curiosity. The idea creeps me out. Ugh.
So, yes. I have shifted from another city. It’s weird, but I’ll adjust, I know I will. I’m not very stuck up. So, that’s a positive for me.
I live with my Dad. My mom left us and went away when I was 5. Ugh, I don’t even miss her now. My dad has been both mother and father rolled into one. He’s always been there for me-skinned knees, bedtime stories, skinned hearts, sob stories. And come on, no monthly visits? You don’t just become a mother by lending your womb. Who cares, anyway? I have dad. I have my friends. That’s all that matters, in the end.
First day of school was uh, well not as bad as expected. I totally freaked out the first morning. An all girls school, for starters, in between the session. When all groups are made. I didn’t really think I’ll be accepted in any group. But, I was proven wrong (FOURTUNATELY). The girls here are pretty sweet, except a few who are stuck up, but then which classroom doesn’t have mean people?
So, yes, getting back to me, I think I’ve always had a knack for writing, and I did try to keep a journal or write in a diary, but then I couldn’t get myself to. I thought it was too boring, or maybe I just didn’t have very clear thoughts. They were too jumbled. I think of 100 things at the same time, so well, I dropped that idea.
I play tennis. It is my first and foremost love. The feeling I get on a tennis court is…inexplicable. It’s so magical. I’m pretty good at it, not good enough to think of tennis as my profession, though. I haven’t given it a thought, actually, but I don’t think it’s on the list. (Do I have a career list? No.lol) I want to do something I like, and I haven’t figured out what that is yet, I know I will, but it’s too soon now. Like really early. I shall figure something out when the right time comes. I have that much confidence in me, at least. I think I do, I mean, I’m proud of what I am, aren’t I? I might not be perfectly happy because I’m not perfect, but then, who is? I do forget that there are people who actually think I’m special (Yes, I’m ver modest), but then my friends remind me. So, yes, friends. My friends are important to me. They most definitely are. They’ve been everlasting pillars of support, and I love them for that. Best people in the whole wide world. I never really forget any of my friends, I remember most of my pre-school friends. If some of my friends leave me behind, that’s a different thing. Forgive and Forget- my Dad always taught me that. There’s no point in having grudges against anyone in this universe. You’re just harming and bothering yourself because if they left you behind, they probably don’t give a shit about how you feel. Also, I HATE, LOATHE, liars. There’s nothing that puts me off more than liars. Oh, and it puts me off even more when they lie to my face when I know the truth. Whom are you trying to fool, losers?
So, I’m running out of patience. And ideas. I shall see you soon, readers. xD
Much love,
The Drama Queen
PS : This new city’s actually pretty cool, I can roam about safely, which is positive. I think I might fall in love with this city :D Yay!
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