Let's begin our happy journey, shall we? I've never been good at truly appreciating people and things, so speaking about fetus me, I don't really remember good things. During this time I grew up mentally, and the one and only good thing that it's still here today is my short-haired friend. I'm working on living in the present and focusing on the good points of life, so the first happy chapter is about the first day of high school. Ironic, right? Many people don't even mention this day. But I'm different. 

During the last year of middle school, I've worked so hard to get into this high school. I was tutored by three different teachers, only at math. Because I was so insecure and afraid. I only slept five hours a day, for I had so much homework to turn in. And finally, all paid off. I was admitted. I was on cloud 9. That was my fresh start. I could escape. I could be alone, but at least I was confident that this time everything would be different. I made my parents proud. I made everyone proud. I made myself proud. I made my enemies jealous. Everything turned off well. 

I was as nervous on my first day as everyone else, but I wasn't afraid of loneliness anymore. I went to my school with my dad and standing there, after checking my class, a girl approached me. We talked and we were in the same class. Instantly, she hugged me. I was so overwhelmed by that sudden emotion, that my whole introvert mode shifted to the extroverted one. Together, we began searching for our classmates. One by one, we saw each other. That's when I found you. As shy as me, but understanding as hell. I knew I had to keep you close. And with another boy, which was to be my desk mate, we made our way through the crowd for our classroom. I can't forget that day. We, hand in hand, guided by him, smaller than us, but faster and slimmer. You were the first person that draw me just by speaking. We became friends. But it doesn't stop here. 

Then, you came. An even shy than the first one girl, in the first desk, alone as it seemed, and no one to talk to. I, too, felt something familiar to you, which made me swallow my shyness, and desire to talk to you. But every time, you vanished. One weekend, I wanted to go out with someone. I wasn't comfortable doing so, but I wanted to deepen relationships within my class, and also to know the capital, which seemed so big and heavy for a small girl like me. I called classmate after classmate. The ones I knew. I was afraid to call you first because I thought you wouldn't even pick up the phone, But you did. And you agreed to go out with me. You were surprised at first, but eventually, after all that cringe, you agreed. You also brought a friend along. After that, you and my first friend in that class sat together. Everything was perfect. We became close friends. I finally could breathe. I wasn't alone anymore. 

Even so, I can't forget you. The friend brought along. You were in another class, but when we could, we would hang out. I can't forget our first meeting. And eventually, we became four. This was heaven. As the two sat together, I sat with another classmate. I also got along with him, but we couldn't be as close as I was with my girls; but the next year, you moved into our class. The puzzle completed itself. I could be happy, and be next to someone precious. And I was. We got as close as the other two, but we also remained as four. 

I'm going to skip the awkwardness of the first months because everyone got through them. To tell the truth, I wasn't so afraid because I knew everyone had a hard time and was afraid. We were in this together. More or less, we shared this emotion. So I was reassured. I wasn't alone anymore. 

And you, short-haired friend, reading this, might be upset by the fact that I say I was alone. I knew you were there for me and ready to listen all the time, but those times and those things were something I needed to get through on my own. As you are very precious to me, I wanted to show you my good side. Like I did with others, too. But over time, I realized that for a true, long-lasting friendship, we need to know each other's bad sides. So I tried opening up. I still don't know if it's enough, but I'm trying to be transparent. Only through this book, I could completely free myself. I didn't want to look all of you in the eye and tell those stories, but rather I did it how I knew better. In its written form. 

Here I told the stories that marked my very existence. I closed chapters. I open new ones, every day. I will find other chapters. I will live true to myself. This chapter is the beginning of searching for happiness. Looking back, I think I was happy all the time. And even today, I am happier. I want to stay this way. 

My conclusion is that a fresh start can always be a good thing. Be honest. Have good intentions towards everyone. Including yourself. And happiness is sure. Those high school years are the ones I cherish the most, and even if I don't say " I love you" or " I appreciate you " all the time, I really want to show that through my actions. Cherish even the bad times. They are a part of yourself, too. Embrace yourself. 

Get excited over everything. Like a little kid. And live like one. Like a child throws out a broken toy, you throw away everything that doesn't make you grow and glow. 

Don't forget to be grateful. You can't receive anything if you don't thank for the last thing received. And as you give more, you receive more. Weird, right? But it's true. The more you have good intentions, and do things with a clear conscience, the more pleasant surprises are coming along the way. 

Let people who want to be heartless, be the way they want to be. But you, keep your emotions. Your heart. It's precious. Live as they dream.