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CHAPTER 1

People come and go. That's why they are exist. To stay in our lives but then leave. Every hello ends with a goodbye. But what makes us wonder behind the goodbye is that, is it a goodbye for forever or are we gonna meet again? Is it goodbye for good or bad? Temporary or permanent? We always wonder. Most of us hate the word goodbye, because we want those people that we care about to stay in our pages of life longer.

We expect too much as a person. We ask too much from the people that we love. Eventually we lose them. Loads of reasons people leave.

Because of us, the main reason. Most of the time.

Because of our ego.

Or just because they just decide to leave.

We never invite ego. It comes unexpectedly like the wind that slaps our face. Harsh and hard. What makes people think that their ego is more important than to make those people, those certain people that they love stay? Ego wraps them up until they forget how pure their love for those people.

If you love someone, fight for it. Love doesn't come to take you up and fly to the sky. You run up to them and accept it. Forget about ego, and love more. Forget about what people think, and just love.

We live for tomorrow, not today.

I lost my chance long ago and I regretted it. I wish I could have come back and do more for the sake of my shaking feelings. But I couldn't. I'm weak and powerless. I say things before I think about it before. I don't really have principals in my life.

I don't schedule my life.

I don't wake up the next morning knowing what I'm going to do afterwards. I don't plan that I will watch all the rubbish on tv all day long just because I don't have any interesting activity to do.

If I want to, I will.

But if I don't want to….. I'll think about something else.

Anyway, I just woke up and I yawned tiredly. My hair, my face, everything looks like a mess. Well, I don't care. Soon enough it will be fixed.

I went downstairs to grab a coffee, because I want to, not because I need to. There's a huge difference between those both words.

A lot of people do things based on need. Because they need to. Can't you just enjoy your life as long as you can? Don't take orders, just do it spontaneously sometimes, it's fun.

You can say I make the best coffee in town. I'm kind of addicted to it. Even my mom always want a cup from my hand. I've heard somewhere that excessive consumption of coffee is bad, but since I love it so much and as long as the Earth is still rotating, I don't care. I love what I love.

I'm pretty stubborn.

"Ariana!"

Yep, someone called my name. And it was my mom.

Yeah my name is Ariana. Ariana Carter. I love my last name because it's my family's name but my ears don't really suitable or in a good state of hearing when the 'Ariana' part comes up.

My mom gave a birth to a lovely, nice, and beautiful child that's ever exist in this world sixteen years ago, which is me. Hello world, prepare for the randomness.

She hates me.

No no.

I hate her.

She complains so much as a mom and I couldn't help it. I close my ears often when she calls my name. It sucks. I wish I had a better name like Charlotte or Selena, maybe Kristen…

"Ariana!"

"Yes, what mom?" I yelled from downstairs kitchen. My mom came up dressed decently with her decent suit, ready for work.

My mom has a pretty unique face which I hate to admit that, it's beautiful. A part of me really admires my mom as a role model.

She has a dark red long hair with green eyes and not really pale skin but not really tanned either. My beauty really comes from my mom. I have the same hair but wavy, but my eyes are hezel. Maybe I got this eye color from my dad?

"I was wondering if you will come home late as I will tonight because I have stuff to deal with at work so I can't make it for dinner." she said as she was fixing her left earring.

"Oh, yeah. I will if you are. I can grab some food with friends."

"Oh, ok if you say so. What about Ryan? Can you bring him with you?"

Ryan is my little brother. He is just two years younger than me and break the rules, either at home or school pretty often. But if you know him really deep, he is actually a nice person. He is actually just having teenager issues to deal with, but he needs to find a proper and safe way to deal with it.

"No, of course not. I don't want to be his baby sitter, mom. What my friends are going to think if I walk around with Ryan tailing me?"

"I don't tail anybody Ar." a voice was heard near the stairs.

"Oh look, sleepy head is awake." I teased him with my hand on my hips.

"Oh look, big eyes is charging."

"Ok seriously? Do my eyes look that big?" I said sarcastically.

"Big enough to scare Mr. Fallenhood when he was gardening." He said as he poured the coffee into his cup.

"I wasn't scaring him, I was just jogging and I saw him gardening so I waved. I put a smile on my face, I was being nice!" I defended myself.

"Yes, but then when you stared at him with both your eyeballs fighting to come out he got scared and ran up to his house." Ryan said and chuckled.

"Yeah, and slammed the door really hard. Made me froze in place." I said that sounded more to myself rather to Ryan. "My eyeballs didn't fight to come out."

"Ariana, don't you have something to do?" Mom broke off the conversation.

"Wash my cup, right."

"No. School. You have to go to school." She said and took away my cup from my hand. "Now, take a shower and change your clothes. I'm taking you both to school."

"What? No!" I said in a high tone.

"Why? You both are gonna be late if I don't."

"Mom, it's embarrassing to walk out of the car with friends knowing that my mom is driving me to school."

"Driving 'us' to school." Ryan cut off.

"Ok, whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"You have ten minutes if you don't want to be late."

"But mom!"

"One, two, three…"

"Alright, alright!"

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That afternoon after school, my friends and I were hanging out in our favorite café and just spent the day there, throwing boredom faraway from existing.

"Mr. Gillenberg told me to shut up three times at class. It was annoying." said my friend named Kayla. She's pretty much a queenbee at school, if you can call it that way. Blonde, blue eyes, and perfect pink lips that you wish you could have asked for since you were a child. Fashionable, but doesn't win the best attitude so far.

"Really, why?" I asked as I scooped for my strawberry coco chips yogurt.

"I talked to Randy, intending to ask him to the masquerade party with me."

"You what?" Joanna my other friend asked with eyes shot wide. She's a brunette like me, has a glass on since she has a problem sight. Short wavy hair and brown eyes, really can be described easily as an easy going person. Edgy and tomboy-ish, but a fun person and has a way better attitude than Kayla.

"Yes, I asked him out. Why Joanna? Afraid to lose your prince charming from wonderland?" Kayla said smiling sarcastically.

Yes, she's pretty mean.

We have been friends since the freshman year. And I could say that without her, Joanna and I don't exist.

"Princes charming don't exist, Kay. They are shadows." I said staring at my yogurt and eating it motionless.

"What's up with the break-down honey?" Kayla asked still grinning. She is evil.

"They don't exist. They are just shadows that follow us around but eventually leave when the time's up for them."

"Can you turn that into a speech, Ar?" Joanna asked curiously.

I sighed and stared at both of my friends and then looked straight across the street from the sidelines of where both of them were sitting.

"Princes charming are losers. They don't fight for us, but we fight for them. It's stupid to know that we chase for a men that a lot of other girls chase too. What's that for? Competition? We can do better things, a lot of better things rather than chasing for a men that actually doesn't really exist. Prince charming only exist on fairytales and stupid love songs. Soon enough you will realize that we need men like a hunter. Tough, brave, and never give up. Always know what he wants, and what he chase, and what he brings. Always have a purpose behind every reason he makes and take risks."

"Is it because of Harry?" Kayla asked.

"Harry?" I shot a glare at Kayla and woke up from my day dreaming standing on the lectern, giving a stupid speech of a definition of prince charming. "He has nothing to do with this." I lied.

"It's okay honey if he is. I understand. First love, first broken heart. How does it feel having your heart torn into pieces just like a red rose that seems strong enough to bloom in the cold winter, almost covered with white cold snow, having it's petal ripped and thrown all around the dirt?" Kayla said as she stared at me deeply, provoking me. "Shame on it. As I said, seems strong but hides so much pain behind her bright red color."

"But rose is the definition of strong and powerful." Joanna said innocently.

Kayla and I stared at our innocent friend and shook our heads.

"Joanna."

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