My name is Sicillia, I was in my last year of High school as they call it here in the UK, Year 11. I am a South Indian, Roman Catholic born in Italy, and brought up in the western world of horror.

Let's cut to the chase, nobody's perfect right? Well neither am I. I was brought up in an old school traditional environment at home, I will have to respect my elders, clean up my dishes after myself; oh let's not forget, I cannot, let me emphasis this cannot speak to a boy because they are the worst creation of mankind and they will ruin your education. Which child listens to their parent's right? Well that was me! Outside of the 4 walls, which is called home, I was adventures and naughty and I did not give a damn about life...Which of course my parents don't know and inside I was a Kudumba kuthu vilakku (a charmingly matured family girl).

The system of education can be difficult in UK, a lot is expected from your teachers. Even at the age of 16! If you do not meet their expectations and classed as dumb, through them drowsy hung over eyes of your teachers then you will be put in to a lower set at school, where all the dumb, ignorant and immature kids hang out. Well thankfully I was never able to experience that kind of luxury. I'm working my way towards being a genius. If you are born in a brown family, then you are expected to get the highest grade possible, meaning A**** and it carries on going. Or else you are a shame to your family, maybe even the families you have never met back in your mother's birth place and also the brown community. Makes no sense right?

Saying all this, nearer to my GCSE exams I met the love of my life over Facebook.Dont judge! Being a 16 year old intimidated child I thought this was my pass to forget everything my momma told me and to prove myself mature and older than a typical teenager. I was very secretive, I was able to hide things very indiscreet and not show it on my face, but this boy was very determined that he meet me in person, he had plans about marriage and kids. Now the lying got a bit difficult.

No I did not think it was creepy or odd, in fact I found it cute and caring even though I have not met him yet, only spoke over Facebook and text. We planned to meet on Friday, where I would skip school to go and see him in Stockwell for the day.

I met him in a hotel he booked for himself, for the night. As I walked into the hotel looking down at my phone trying to read the room numbers off by heart, so I didn't mess up at the reception and make it obvious that I'm underage to be in a hotel alone. I got to the desk and the man dressed in a black suit and bright red tie with rustic lines fading vertically down them looked up and down at me with a curious look on his face. It was very agitating but I kept my cool mature face on and asked ''can you tell me where room number 286 is?'' he looked straight into my eyes and replied '' It's on the third floor to your right, take the lift if you want it is quite a trip up the stairs..'' I looked towards the lift and gave him a relieved smile, then he stopped me by waving his hand and not the whole of his arm, which stood up right and didn't move an inch, Just as I was about to approach the lift, '' are you a visitor?'', I instantly replied ''Yes! Came to see my friend'' I don't know why I said friend, I looked worried but I guess it's because the boy im about to meet was 23 years of age and I am under the legal age of dating an older man, which people may think is pedophile or because I got scared that my parents might find out. I don't know how that's possible! I was afraid that he was going to ask for my age or my ID, which I don't have or have any proof to show, what a silly thing to think about in a small space of time right? He then smiled with his eyes wide open for a second and said ''Ok, just through there then darling.''

My heart started to pound, I can hear it making a tune inside. I was very intrigued to meet the love of my life. The 'ding' noise that the lift made as it reached the 3rd floor had me back to reality as I was fading away to a fantasy world. I crept slowly towards the door making sure there were no creeks or footsteps being heard through the single light brown oak wooden door of room 286. I lifted my hand to knock and as soon as I went for the first knock the door opened to a bearded man in ripped white sleeveless T-shirt, which had a little dot of coffee stain in the middle of his chest and khaki knee length shorts which went past his knees. He glared at me, and took one look at my chest then came straight for a hug saying ''Oh my god, I knew it was you...'' in the most excited voice with a hint of shabbiness to it.

Then the door closed behind me....