My Sorella

Angelique, a thirteen-year-old Australian girl, lives with her mother. Even though she has no siblings and is an only child, she has always felt there was someone that was missing from her. Someone dear though not near. Someone she has never met. She never worried about her father, so it could not be him. She always wanted a sister and she had this feeling where she could tell she really did have one, even if her mother says otherwise.
One day, Angelique meets this lovely girl called Alessandra on a site and she starts talking to her. They discover they have an incredible lot in common, so much it is crazy. Even before she knew her very well, she could tell she was a real person, not an imposer. The girls shared a special bond, they could feel like they were meant to meet. The only problem is that Alessandra lived on the opposite side of the world, in Italy.
What will happen when the girls are desperate to meet each other? What will they go through to make their wish come true?


1. Chapter One


   Life is lonely without anyone your age. Of course, I have a loving family and supportive teachers—I don’t mean to brag but I am the brightest student in my year and I am the teacher’s pet—but I sit alone at lunch and recess. Does it bother me? Mostly. The time that could be spent talking to friends is used more efficiently on working on assignments or extra time to complete homework tasks. Yes, it is stressful but I live through it. But sometimes, just sometimes, I regret thinking this. I wish I were like all those other children chatting away with their friends. I wish I, Angelique Andrews, could have a best friend whom I could reveal my deepest darkest secrets to. Someone who would understand me and be there for me through thick and thin, for these dark days of teenage metamorphosis can turn you upside down and have your personality reversed completely. And most of the time, parents and caregivers do not understand it. Our emotional and moody roller coasters can drive them up the wall for really, they are unbearable, and we suffer the consequences for something we do not even intend, though the more intelligent people can control it. I must admit, I am smart academically but not when it comes to life problems. I cannot handle the pressure life emits. Because of this, I simply cannot control my emotions and my moods. I feel as though I am life’s bullseye, simply a target for it to shoot its darts at. Yes, I must be honest; life is a sharp, agonising knife stabbing me in my heart. I am mentally dying inside, filled with deep melancholy, though somehow I manage to keep it in.

   And I believe  I would not be standing with two feet rather firm on the ground today if it weren't for Alessandra, the girl who gave me light. She is the light of my life. She is my happiness. She is my everything. She is my Sorella.

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