A/N: I deleted my other stories. This is a new one just to keep my mind off of things. Hopefully you all like this.
Disclaimer: Sorry, my mind likes to steal, but I assure you, I don't own a thing.
Chapter 1/Prologue
It all started with a trip and fall. Okay, let me back up. My name is Gabriella Montez. I was the one who always felt left out in whatever I did. I have some friends and tons of acquaintances but never in my life have I ever had a best friend.
Heck, I don't even know what having a best friend would do in your life. Sometimes I dream about having that perfect gay best friend, or the perfect girl best friend who would drop with you until you pass out, or throw up, which ever your body feels to do at that time.
"Mija, what is all that typing about?"
Oh yea, have I mentioned that I like to keep this diary, well journal. A diary just sounds way too girly. I am not one of those girls that like to write every bit of detail down in a diary and loathe themselves every minute. I like to write those details by typing them and pressing the backspace button if my mind chooses to do so.
Right now, I plan on going to Stanford University tomorrow by plane and finally go for my dream. Well the realistic dream. My artificial dream includes getting a best friend, boyfriend, love, etc. Something that is just not reachable. Well not in my life.
Have I told you of my appearance yet? I am tall, well if you call 5 foot 6 inches tall. I have dark chocolate like hair with the eyes to match. However my rich chocolate hair color becomes dead when I keep it up in a pony tail. And my chocolate eyes that just so happen to match my hair gets covered up with my dark rimmed glasses. So yes, I am completely dressed up as a nerd, geek, whatever you think.
I call my appearance me, just because I don't have the heart to change. Another reason may be because I feel insecure that my family would start to talk about how I am set about changing myself. But probably the main reason would have to be that I don't have to change because I am not here to impress anyone. I guess I kind of realized that my family might get my arranged marriage done sooner or later. So why change now? I don't have to be dolled up to get an arranged marriage. They have to like me the way I am.
After my good night rest and my minimal packing done for the trip, I guess I'm off to Stanford where I just hope that my nonrealistic dreams come true. Pssht, yea right.
Done, it's just a Prologue. But whatever, review and tell me what you think. Ideas are welcome because Troy is the love interest. I just wanted this push on how to start the story. I really have tons of ideas on how to keep it going. So review away.