100 Days and I Still Love You!

DAY 1: INTERN

I'm going to be late now!

Oh, I should never snooze the alarm on the 6 a.m. earlier. Now, I will miss the train! In my first day of my intern.

That is what happened to me, earlier in the morning. If you can still read this entry in my diary, that's mean I survived the first day of my intern. 

Yay!

I know~ 

I will continue to write about today's story now. 

Wait, who am I talking to? This is my diary, duh.

Should continue writing...

Maybe I can make a g********l from this diary.

LOL, JK.

I will never share this.

Anyways, back to the story~

The previous morning should be a good morning for me, as I finally start my day as an Intern, in my most desire company, La Horetia. You want to know why? This company is the best fashion-critics in the fashion industry, and most of the employers in this company were the international supermodels. 

Talk about the power this company hold! 

That is why I want to make my first day is the most perfect one to impress most of the workers there, and possibly, my next new crush. 

Oh, it has been such a long time since I reserve my heart for a special someone, but never date me. I still remembered my high school's love life. Ugh! It was so frustrating. That jerk! I hate him so much for playing with my feeling! I can never forget him, though he is cute, but no! This time, his looks will never cover for his mischief. I think I already wrote about him somewhere in this diary. Let me see...

Oh, it was in my old diary...which I already burnt it, along with my high school's photos. Well, good riddance, my old looks were so outdated, which I will rate my younger self F for his outfit and face. Though it not that bad, younger Alan with nerd glasses is a no-no, and will never make it come back sooner or later. 

I think I need to write it over here, just for my personal read. Not because I miss him, okay!

Okay, let us spin back to 8 years ago...

It all started when I transferred to my new school when I was only a year left to graduate. I know, lame, right? But it was because of my dad's job, so I need to follow him everywhere since it was the only two of us. My mother was out of the picture for a long time, since dad and she had a divorce when I was only six. I still did not know the real reason for the divorcement, but I was thankful as mom let me stay with her at the USA during the summer. I want to stay with mom, like forever, but she said, dad owns the custody for me, so I need to stay with him until I was legal. I'm not complaining, but I prefer to stay in one place, until I reach 18, as I did not like to start over from the beginning. Meeting new people, forging new bonding, all of that was not my cup of tea. I prefer to stay with the same person for like, the rest of my life, but I know it would not happen. Anyways, I remember my conversation with my dad for our first stay in Canada.

"Alan, are you still awake?"

My dad knocked at my door, while I sat on my working table, looking at my photos with my old friends in the USA.

"Yeah, what's wrong, Dad? Do you need help to arrange your stuff?"

My dad looked a little bit worried, all written on his face. He came into my room, took a seat on my bed while holding his fist. He always did that when he wanted to have a serious talk. I hope this time, he did not lecture me for bringing too many items with us here. 

"Can we have a few talks?"

Dad's soft voice, yet shaky, told me that he was feeling guilty for this another moving thing, but I have never blamed him for that. It is his job, and he needs it for both of us to survive.

"I...I know you hate to always transfer school, but I promise, this will be the last."

My dad's voice was starting to shake, so I grab his hand, letting him know that I do not mind.

"Dad, hey, hey. It's okay. I don't mind it. Besides, I was about to finish school, so it was not a big deal."

I hugged him. My dad, somehow, found its comfort, hugged me back. We proceeded our day with small talks about his new job, about my new school, we continued until it was almost late at night. We wished each other goodnight and walked to our room separately. 

I remembered that night, when I was totally wide awake, cannot fall asleep. My mind was running with so many new things to process. 

"Can I really survive this last year?"

"Do I get to blend in easily in this new school?"

"Are there bullies in this school?"

All of the things started to jumble in my mind, until one question suddenly popped in my mind, a crucial one.

"Does this new school accept the same-love gender?"

This particular question remained in my head for a while, cutting out the other issues. In my previous school, the community in that school accepted and cherished the same-love gender. Boy dates another boy, girl kissing another girl, the students inside that school can totally tolerate with that, as they believe love knows no gender. Everyone deserves to love anyone they like, regardless the gender, which I totally love the school for that. Though I'm not in love with anyone, nor dating anyone in the same s*x, but I love this open-minded society. 

Oh, p/s: I should tell you something, during my school's year, I still did not know my s****l orientation. I mean, I did not know whether I like girl or boy, as I do not have love interest yet. But..., this particular event changed everything. Okay, okay, bear with me for a minute. I need to take a deep breath to remember and write about this again. Well, let's continue~

For my first day, my dad decided to take me to the school, as he wanted to see the school too. I do not mind it, because I can ask him to buy me a coffee in our ways.

"So, excited about your new school?"

Dad's question caught my attention back, as I watched by the window during the ride.

"Hm, uh, yeah."

I gave him a half-ass answer. I did not want to show my dislike much to him. We both were not liking the idea of moving, but we need to endure it. Dad realized it and the car once again filled with silence. The journey took about 15 minutes, and during the ride, I noticed a bus that went in the same direction. Maybe, I will take the bus later. Finally, we reached to our new school.

"Not bad. This looks nice, isn't it?"

Dad asked me again as he stopped in front of the school. I shall admit it, it looks cool. Got open spaces for students to hang out in front of the school, which I saw a few students done that. The schools also have a few interesting places that can be used to take an OOTD, outfit of the day pictures. The setting is admirable too, the trees around it make it looks like you were in some kind of forest's school. Overall, it is an excellent school for its views. I hope the people in it is cool too.

"See you later! Call me if you want me to fetch you!"

Dad yelled by the car's window as he drove away. I waved him goodbye and started to walk into the school. For new kids, I can say, I already knew what will about to happen at the moment I walked at the school's hallway. All eyes will be locked at you, watching you from afar, judging you, from the top to your bottom. Luckily for me, I already experienced enough to not care about those unnecessary things. I walked until I reached to the teacher's lounge, to meet my homeroom's teacher. Somehow, I felt like a pair of eyes, leered at me from the entrance until I stopped in front of the lounge's door. Maybe it was my feeling, so I ignored it and pushed the door open.

P/s: Little that I know, that glare is from someone...

Ah! Should continue to write it.

"Miss Evangeline?"

I called out to one of the female teaches, who is busy sorting her files. She turned to look at me, and finally, she smiled.

"Ah, Alan House. I was expecting you."

As soon as she was about to talk, the bell rang.

"Well, that is the bell, and we shall head to your class. Come follow me."

Miss Evangeline led the way to my new classroom. What I did not know is, the new classroom of mine sooner will turn out to be my next unfortunate series of events for the rest of the year.

To be continued on the next entry~