- I stopped when you were born, then I started giving you tea in a bottle when the pediatrician told me to start feeding you.

I constantly have to take deep breaths when I remember this. She didn't tell the pediatrician that she was giving me chamomile tea, nor did she tell me that she was taking it during pregnancy. She only stopped giving me the tea when I complained to the pediatrician and the smell of chamomile reached his nostrils, and I was finally saved from continuing with the tea. Despite everything, I was brought up with a lot of love, or at least I was brought up that way until I was nine. Since my parents split up, it's as if I'm on my own all the time, my father practically lives at work and my mother, with her job as an air hostess, doesn't get to see me for very long, but at least on vacation I get to travel with her around the world and so I collect memories of our moments as mother and daughter.

I sigh as I'm immersed in my thoughts, when I open my eyes I see that I'm sitting in the butterfly position stretching for another karate practice, I'm lucky the sensei isn't paying attention to the blue belt students stretching and he's not going to pay attention to his only brown belt student, I like to stand out in everything I do, if I dare to enter something new, I need to do it perfectly because the person teaching me is giving up a chunk of their day just so that someone inexperienced can learn, and in fights my opponent has trained for years to get to where they are, not giving my best in what I do is saying that everything that the people who taught me, who helped me, who were my opponents lost years of their lives to a girl who tried something new and didn't even take it seriously.

- Are you all right? - Rilley asks me - if you're not, you can go and rest in the infirmary, I can teach the newcomers in your place today.

Rilley is my current classmate, I say current because every year I change schools, sometimes not for a year but for months. Rilley was the first girl to approach me when I was enrolled in first grade. She was the first classmate to be considered current for the longest time, we've been friends for a year and it's now May, we officially have a year and three months of friendship, a new record in my hectic life.

- I'm fine, I just got lost in my thoughts - I try to give an encouraging smile, but there's nothing encouraging about me at the moment, remembering the past gives me micro-pricks in my heart, it used to be worse.

- I don't care what you think about it, only my opinion matters when it comes to what I call my parents - I stand up straight, holding my right leg with both hands and balancing on one leg - I'm not disrespectful to them, I don't see the harm in calling my mother Mommy.

During my moves from city to city, I learned that as I formed bonds I saw what people were like, I can no longer consider someone a friend, not after never receiving messages after my departure, I decided that the best thing is to enjoy the present as if the future were the end of everything. Arrogant people will always exist and let it show, these types of people aren't dangerous at all, the ones who act like angels are the ones who scare me, you can't tell what they're thinking or what they're going to do, the best thing is to be suspicious of everything and everyone.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye, I got out of bed and looked around my room. Maybe it's time to change the decoration, no more plastic plants decorating the shelves with books, the nude color of the walls that gives off the vibe of a girl who's different from the others, I'm not different from the others, I'm the same as all the girls. I love make-up and if I let myself I always carry an emergency kit to cover up the deep dark circles under my eyes. My nails are short because of karate, but that doesn't stop me from painting them a different color every week depending on my mood. My bookshelf contains books on fantasy, romance and astronomy. I'm completely the same as anyone else, I'd never thought about it and I definitely need to change the decor in my room.

My cell phone vibrates and Jake tells me he's arrived. I run to the front door and open it, revealing the second most beautiful boy I've ever seen, blond hair with a wave top, crystal blue eyes, I can smell his woody perfume. His camouflage pants could have his name added to the side of the definition in a dictionary, Jake wears them so much that I can't even imagine him wearing any other style.

ake doesn't like romance, I've seen a few comedy movies but there's nothing on the poster that's similar to what we've seen, he likes horror, but I don't want my stomach turning, something like science fiction or action might be better choices. I search between showings to find the tenth racing movie, I've seen all nine with my dad and although the plot has been changed from clandestine racing to villains turned world-saving good guys who only care about their family, it's fun. I always try to ignore the fact that a car goes through three buildings or when they send an old car with rockets into space. Who am I to criticize when I ignore the fact that my favorite movies have spaceships that explode in space? I buy the ticket and return with them already on my cell phone, Jake is still on his cell phone.