Chapter One

September 1st I knew nothing would change with my parents. I told them how much I hated private schools and that I'd much rather go to a public school but nooo, they couldn't listen to their one and only daughter. My father is dead set on me going to the best school in the country. That's why we moved to Toronto in the first place, which by the way I hate. He actually had another chain in his restaurant opened up here just so he could have an excuse to move here.

He thinks he's so good at manipulating me, but I see right through his ploys. I know he is doing this so he can control me. Mom isn't much help either, she just stands by and tells me to listen to my father, he knows best.

So now I'm stuck here, I have to go to the new private school for my first day of grade eleven. I was finally starting to really feel comfortable in Winnipeg when Dad made this announcement.

"Honey, come and sit down, we have something to tell you," he said that night after supper. I had just gotten home from school an hour before. We always ate early because Dad liked to be at the restaurant at dinnertime.

I saw the look on his face that night. I knew it wasn't going to be a good announcement. He always looked kind of nervous when he had to tell me something he knew I wouldn't like. I don't know why he would be nervous, he was about ten times my size. Three hundred pounds and 6'5 he was a giant next to my small 5'2, hundred and five pound frame.

I stared at him expectantly. My mother didn't look eager to come sit down next to me. This couldn't be good. If she knew about the surprise then it must be something they had discussed.

"We are building another Chez Moi in Toronto," he said.

"Really? That's good." I still wasn't sure what this was going to evolve into. My father announced new buildings of his restaurant all the time. Sometimes he ever had two different ones being built at the same time at different sides of the country.

"And, we are moving there," he said.

I still remember how I felt that night. The anger still hasn't really died down four months later. I still didn't want to talk to my father about much of anything. He never asked me what I wanted; he just assumed I wanted what he wanted.

Well he was in for a rude awakening if he thought I was going to adjust to this new house and new school easily. I was going to make this hard for him and my mother. They were in for a rough ride this year. Nothing was going to stop me from punishing my father, he deserved what he was going to get, that I'm sure of. Next time he'll think twice before doing something like this before asking me. He'll be sorry when he sees what I can do. I can't hurt him physically, nor do I want to.

Sometimes it feels like everything he makes me do is something that he wanted to do when he was my age. He's living through me. Well, that would end when my life turned into total chaos. He'll wish I were never born after I'm through.

September 3rd

School starts tomorrow. I can't stop staring at my new uniform. It is a navy blue skirt and white button up blouse. I hate uniforms. Another thing that is my father's fault.

He went to see how the restaurant was coming along today. He asked me to come along but I refused. I don't care about his restaurants anymore. I used to think he was a great businessman to be able to build such a famous restaurant from scratch, but now I knew he probably just manipulated people into helping him along the way.

Mom seemed so sad today, she's lonely here, I can tell. She misses her friends. I can't help but wonder if she really wanted to move here, or if he forced her into it the same way he did me.

My previous entry is pretty harsh. Do I really want to hurt my father the way I said. Is it worth it? Maybe I need to think of some way to hurt him but still get everything that I want. Maybe that is the perfect way to get him. Make my life everything he doesn't want it to be. Maybe then he'll stop living through me and just accept the fact that he is a crotchety old man.

I'm not the kind of person that can be forced into things. I need to go at my own pace or I will do the exact opposite of what everyone wants. My father should know by now that I don't like being told what to do. My life will turn out how I want it to turn out, not how he wants it to be.

Later

It's late now. Everyone else is sleeping. I'm nervous about going to school and I couldn't sleep. I can't help wondering if I will make friends. At my last school it took me awhile to make friends. I just want to fit in at my new school. I might hate it that I have to go there, but that doesn't mean I want to be the one no one talks to.

I'm starting to feel tired now, tomorrow is going to come whether I like it or not so I might as well get some sleep.

September 4th

I can't believe how perfect this day was! I met the most amazing guy. He is so handsome and kind. His name is Zachary Jamieson and he was in my English class. I have to write down every detail about how we met. I don't want to forget a single thing!

I wasn't having a very good day by the time third period rolled around. No one had really made an effort to talk to me. Even when I tried to talk to a girl next to me in Chemistry class, she ignored me. It was obvious that everyone had their little groups and they didn't need me to cramp their style. I was starting to get depressed when I trudged into English. I told the teacher I was new and she told me where to sit.

All the other students came in and sat down. I didn't notice anyone around me; I just wanted to day to end so I could come home and bury myself under the blankets. But then someone said hi to me. I turned to my left (I even know which side he sat on!) and there he was. So beautiful. I know it isn't normal to call a guy beautiful but that is the perfect word to describe him. His eyes were so blue and his hair was jet black. He had dimples in both cheeks as he smiled at me. I was speechless for a minute as I stared at him but finally (thankfully) I managed to say hi back.

"I'm Zack Jamieson," he told me. I know I thought his name was as wonderful as his dimples and it suited him so well. I told him who I was and he told me about our teacher. I can't even remember her name, I was too busy hanging on Zack's every word and staring into his deep blue eyes. The period flew by. I was actually disappointed when the bell rang to signal the end of the period and the beginning of my lunch period. I was ready to spend a lunch sitting by myself but Zack followed me to my locker. I didn't know what to say to him but I didn't want him to leave either. He was a lot taller than me and I could feel his arm brush against my shoulder as I stopped to open my locker. I looked up at him and he smiled. Then he said the words that I was waiting to hear.

"Want to come and eat lunch with me and some of my friends?" he asked.

I felt so flustered. I couldn't believe that someone as perfect as he seemed to be wanted to eat lunch with me. I forgot all about the anger I felt at my father for making me move here and I nodded my head quickly.

We walked to the cafeteria together and I was so conscious of everything I was doing, like the distance between steps and the single strand of hair in my face that I reached up to brush away. We sat down at a table with about seven other people. A couple of them said hi to Zack and eyed me suspiciously. Especially one girl with dark red hair. She was beautiful, almost like a goddess or something.

"Whose your friend Zacky poo?" the red haired girl asked. She smirked at me as if she had just proven something by using a nickname. Like that meant anything to me. I could just as easily call him Zackerdoodledandy. She wasn't ahead of me.

"Everyone this is Hannah Webster, she's new here," Zack said, "Hannah this is everyone," Everyone called out a hello and told me their names. There was Sean, Tina, Carrie, Jenna, Tim, Corey and Justin. They all seemed nice except Carrie. She was the one with the red hair and for the whole lunch hour she hung all over Zack. He seemed a little uncomfortable if you ask me. At one point he actually looked at Carrie a minute, glanced at me and shrugged. I was happy to be a part of his little joke.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur and I practically ran home after school to write this down. I would have had a nervous breakdown if I didn't get down every detail. I even remember what Zack ate for lunch and what he was wearing. Macaroni and cheese. Blue slacks and a white dress shirt. Oh and white running shoes. He wasn't wearing to regulation black dress shoes. I liked how he didn't follow all the rules.

Yesterday I was complained non-stop about how terrible this school was going to be but now I'm just so happy that I'm here. I would never have met Zack if I didn't come here. I feel like I know him so well already.

But I also can't wait until tomorrow so I can lose myself in his beautiful blue eyes again. I wonder if I'll be able to restrain myself from running my fingers through his hair.

I'm so happy right now; I don't think I've ever felt like this before in my entire life!

Later

My mind won't stop thinking about him. I can't even do my homework. Oh well, I'd choose Zack Jamieson over word equations in a million years.

But this infatuation is worrying me. I've only known him one day and already I can't stop thinking about him. I think I'm going crazy, I have to push him out of my mind and concentrate on something else just for a little while. He'll still be there tomorrow, right? Of course he will be and I can't wait to see those dimples again!