Dear Diary

First Dream

"The baby loves me..."

I looked around my room, the sun rays were coming in through the slightly, open curtains making it all seem surreal, but nevertheless my room.

The room I went to bed yesterday night and all the nights before, the room where I shared so many secrets and dreams. And this dream wasn't the exception. Well, it's just a dream, but it felt so real that I was terrified that for some reason I was not in my room.
That dream...

"Sky! If you don't get up now you are going to miss the bus!" My mom shouted outside my room, I knew that in any second she will burst in if I didn't respond. 

"I'm up! Don't worry, you won't be getting out of your way to take me to school...again" the last part I mumbled it as I didn't want to get scold by my mother once more. 

With lazy movements, I stepped outside my comfortable, warm, and cozy bed to go brush my teeth and prepare myself to go to school.  

This is my last year, and everyone was excited for the next following days as we have so many activities outside school and days off. But also a little bit schizophrenic for our final exams, and the day of our graduation. My friends and I were excited and pumping for getting out of school and start our new life as colleges. 

My dream, or as my mother likes to rectifies me, my goal is to become a criminal psychologist. The desire of wanting to take this was thanks to my father who is also majored in this area. My mother, in the other hand, hates what I chose for devotion. But she knows that I am stubborn little girl so she won't be nagging me anymore. 

We already have a conversation and it ended not so well. 

Because my mother's dreams for me was to be a lawyer, but don't you think is, like, almost the same thing? I will work with the police. 

Getting late to school was my forte, my teachers are use to me getting late to their classes, but that doesn't mean that I don't get into troubles, I got detention this Saturday. 

My parents are angry, super angry. They never expected that their only child would be like this, careless about everything. Not caring if I get into trouble or not, my friends are goody-two-shoes and they worry about me always getting into problems. I swear I want to change but is so difficult. 

The bus is outside and I was almost ready, well, not anymore. I ran as fast as I could downstairs where my mother was talking to someone on her cellphone. I said a quick bye to her before rushing outside of the house to get in the bus. 

"I still don't understand why you don't have a car yet," my best friend said when I sat down next to her, I sighed and leaned my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes. "You're parents are rich! Your father is a famous criminal psychologist and your mother is a recognizable lawyer, you have a ton of money" She whispered, I looked at her with a smirk. She sighed and looked away "Why do I bother? And while you are like this, I will be stuck with you in the bus."

My best friend swore to me to always stick together, even if that means that she would not drive her Lamborghini. She is one of those rich girls that likes to show off what they have and how much they can afford for things. I, from the other hand, don't like to show off that I have money.

 My parents never spoiled me to be like a brat or to always rely on money in everything I do. Not having a car at my 17 years was one of the morals that my parents want to teach me. Even if my friend doesn't understand the way my parents are, she will always be my friend.

I met Alia when I was in middle school, we moved in from Florida to California because of my father's job. My mother wasn't pleased at all, but little by little she started getting adapted and she even made a few friends in the neighborhood, something that she didn't have the luxury where we lived before. And their reputation started growing like fireworks, and they got really famous. They were good at what they do.