A/N: Hey guys! This is the very first time I write something in English! It is quite challenging since my English is not too good. Tom Hiddleston is my major crush, so I have decided to write a story about it. Hope you like it! Let me know what you know.
PS Sorry for any mistakes!
It is no walk in the park being a new girl in town. A town which accidentally happens to be situated in another country. A country where people do not speak your language and laugh at your attempts to imitate their accent. No matter how many hours you spend speaking to yourself, staring at your reflection in the mirror. And, eventually, crying. At some point you just give up trying, and decide to stay quiet. Most of the time.
I've always had some trouble adjusting to the situation, but moving to Twickenham was a whole new level of feeling awkward. I've felt like an alien. Which is actually a funny expression considering my new not-so-lovely neighbours treating me as if I was indeed a being from a different planet.
Life's a bitch. You hear that a lot, don't you? Well, guess what. Life is the worst kind of bitch you can think of. Now, imagine this. You've dreamt of moving out of your crappy town your whole life (well, since the moment you've realized your town is crappy), and then suddenly your parents die in a car accident caused by a drunk asshole, so you have to move in with your aunt whose existence comes as a surpise to you. You finally get your chance to explore the world! Isn't it ironic? The moment which supposed to be one of the happiest of your life is a nightmare.
When my parents died, my world crumbled. You know this feeling when a part of you is gone forever? Now, double it a several times. It's still not even close to how I felt then. To how I feel now. At first, you cry because you are terribly sad and empty inside. Later on, it transforms into anger, and you cry even more because you are frustrated and you cannot handle your emotions. I've been so angry with my parents. How could they die? Didn't they know how much I loved them? Of course, they did! Then, why would they leave me? Was that my fault?
I've blamed myself most of the time. I wasn't the person who drank, got into the car, and then ruined other people's lives, but I was the one who asked their parents to pick them up after classes. Because I didn't feel like taking a bus!
Doesn't it sound like every other story you may find on a bookshelf? I hate to break it to you, but those things actually happen. One minute, you and your parents are one happy family and the other, it's just you. Sad, angry and devastated.
And you have to move out! Although, all you want to do is stay where you are. Home. It reminds of your loss, but brings some good memories along. You lie in your bed, crying and the next thing you remember is this plumb woman with red hair entering your bedroom and saying in a weird manner: "Ellie?"