My next is the one

Am Angel Hartnell currently in grade 12. l have been in 3 relationships.The first one was when l was in grade 6,l felt that this was going to be like the sleeping beauty story where we end up together but l was wrong.Paul was dating another girl behind my back as soon as l found out l ended the relationship. The next was Mikey ,this was my worst relationship because mikey treated me like trash and always said he was the man so l had to follow whatever he said. it was too much for me to bear so l called it quits.Then came Matthew he was such darling but it was barely two months that we had dated then he was found dead in his bathroom at home. Since then l decided that love wasbt real but just a fantasy that ended in movies. l wrote down all these moments in my diary. "Angel,you love your diary more than anything else" my mum said. "Its better you just unpack clothes since we have just arrived and tomorrow you have school to attend"she added. "Ok mum". We had just shifted so l had to change school. The next day l went to school and found students out for break. l just went straight to the school pitch.as soon as l had sat some basketball guys came and one of them were like "excuse me miss.we may interrupt you so l think this is not the best place to read from" l didnt say anything but just stood and left. Anyways to be honest the guy was cute ,he had a nice smile white teeth and blue eyes but that didnt matter at the point. It was time for the singing class so l went to attend sat on my allocated desk. The lesson was okay till the teacher said that all students must present a song before the lesson end.Now l felt my eyes wanted to pop out. Everyone sang and then came my turn.l began to sweat unknowingly and shaking. "Miss Angel,its your turn now". l went on the stage and closed my eyes but no song came to my mind till l started thinking of my dad. I then nervously began to sing l..... "Miss Angel please take your time" Then l closed my eyes imagined l was alone and the began to sing afresh l want to come home to roses dirty little notes on post its and when my hair starts turning gray l ll say am like fine wine better with age. l guess l learned it from my parents that true love starts with friendship a kiss on the forehead a date night faking apology after a fight l need a man who is patient and kind gets out of the car and holds the door l want a slow dance in the living room like we are 18 at senior prom and grow. old with someone who makes me feel young l need a man who loves me like my father loves my mom. I then opened my eyes and everyone looked amazed and some looked as if they wanted to drool over me. "Oh my God,Miss Angel you have a nice voice" the teacher complimented me. We then walked out of class and as l was leaving l heard someone call me it was a brown skinned girl. "Hi,Angel am Liza Woods"she said. "Nice to meet am Angel Hartnell but angel is enough " "can we be friends?" "ofcourse why not"