Hey guys, so this is the introduction to my new story. Is one of my own created all by me, is based in real chapters of my life. It was all in my diary then I decided to make a story and here is it. I hope you guys like it ; ]

At this time I just want it to run away from everything, escape from reality. Why does life had to be so complicated? I really thought he loved me, how wrong I was. I should've known a guy like him will never like a girl like me. The tears once again started to run down my cheeks, I could feel my broken heart inside me; I put my hands in my head and closed my eyes remembering the exact words he said that day. "To me she's nothing, I don't care about her. She's just an immature little girl who doesn't know what falling in love with me means."

Those words hit my mind like knifes, why can't I just forget about him? Why? It's been almost two months, of course how I could? If I see him every single day, I have to see his beautiful face that still makes my heart beat faster and faster. He still makes my cheeks turn red, he makes my breath go away when he shows his perfect made body and to add more he's my best friend brother.

I can't believe I fell for him, after years of knowing him. I really didn't plan it, this wasn't what I wanted.

So this is me Taylor Maria Gonzales, the little freshmen who fell in love with a junior year guy. You know I should've learned from all the movies I've seen.

Never mess up with an older guy. They're jerks.

Sometimes I wish I could back to when I was four years old, I was happy, at least that's what I see in the pictures, with mom and dad together. See they divorced when I was just five years old, so I've never really seen them together but when I did, something that I honestly don't remember very much... I was happy.

Until they fights came, I remember I stood in the room and heard yelling. One day my mom called me for the first time, they were fighting but she called me. I remember just parts of that night, I remember my dad yelling, I remember myself yelling. I was calling my grandmother and my uncle who lived next door, I was calling them for help. Next thing I remember was my dad lost in his thoughts or in his anger, sitting in the big sofa on the living room.

The next morning I woke up at my grandma's house, and then everything came fast… The divorce, the custody, next thing I know I was living with my dad and his new wife here.

Miami

My home since I was five, while I lived in Miami my mom lived in Tampa… long way to go. Since that my mother and I weren't that close anymore. I was so ungrateful with her, and now that I look back I regret everything I did.

Then there was school… people call it "The best place to be" well not for me, not at all. I had friends on the first years, but friends very different from me.

In school there were two groups, "The Populars" and "The nerds" I was in the nerds' group but I always wanted to be something more… a Popular.

I was just a little girl, nobody ever told me being popular was even worse than being a geek. My nickname was "The wannabe" that was in sixth grade when I was fitting in. People soon forgot about my nickname and that's when I made it.

I was a POPULAR.