It's twelve at noon and I'm still busy cleaning my room (Well, that rhymed). Anyways, I am done with cleaning my night stand, my study table and my massive cupboard, which took the maximum time. Sigh! Now I'm just left with my shoe rack and a not so massive cupboard which contains my books and some other random stuff.

I'm tired and not willing to clean up anymore. But if I don't, my mom is going to give me a hard scolding.

Clean up, clean up... Everybody sing Clean Up!
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* Five minutes later *

I have started with my cupboard and now, I'm literally praying my mother doesn't enter my room right now. I must be sounding crazy, right?
Well, I don't want my mom to see my so called 'random stuff'. I can't afford my mom seeing that stuff. I want to stay alive!

Well, you must be curious about what am I talking about? Okay, let me tell you: except for some books and notebooks, that cupboard contains my diary, a camera, some Polaroid pictures, a few other materials and some memories, which I can't imagine my mom seeing them. I'm sorry.

So, I started with the cleaning and the first thing I took out was a large box. Well, quite large!

To be honest, the diary and the camera and the pictures which I'm talking about were my little buddies for two literal years. Or rather say, constant buddies.

Wait! Before telling much about my diary and the other things, did I introduce the owner of this stuff, me/myself?

What? No? I didn't, yet? Holy crap!!

So here we go...

I'm May Gabrielle Miller, a very ordinary 16 year old girl. I hate to walk. Instead, I love to run; to run away from my problems, because I'm not so capable of facing them and coming out alive and safe.

I hate dreaming; not not because my dreams never come true, but because they scare the hell out of me.

I love to sleep and have food except Cheese Toast, which I'm bored of eating and also because I find it tasteless. All thanks to our lovely cook!

I don't have many friends, but I have the true ones. I have experienced everything in life- scoring less in exams, randomly getting appreciate by my teachers, getting badly insulted, a mere heartbreak, embarrassing situations, public schooling, private schooling.. almost everything.

I love rains, beaches, my guitar, my bed and rose gold colour and of course, my parents more than anything. But out of all the living creatures, someone I hate the most is Jake Johnson! (I'll tell you later who he is.) I have undergone a lot of self improvement, which I loved.

This was a good introduction, I guess? Yeah! So you people know me well now.

Coming back to my stuff, my diary was gifted to me by one of my friends on my 14th birthday. I was never into writing and hence, the diary was just a mere belonging I had. It was then when I was about to go to a boarding school, that I decided to write my feelings and thoughts in my diary. This was because I thought I won't have anyone to talk to at the boarding school.

I got a camera as a gift from my dad when I won my first music competition when I was at the middle school.

About the Polaroid pictures, I'll tell you later.

Coming back to my feelings that I made up myself. I really had that thing in my mind that I won't have any friends.

Soon, you'll know if I was right or wrong.
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Yayy!!! Done with Introduction!!! I hope it was a good one.

And now, something important: the further chapters are going to be fun, so stay tuned... Well honestly, I'm very excited.

Peace ✌️
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Next update: Monday 6-8 PM [IST]
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