Authors note:

So this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy it. I'll try post chapters regularly and please leave comment on how to make it better/ideas! Anyway thanks if you do read this! :D ~ Bean

Melania's POV

I woke up and looked at my clock, 6:30! Oh dang, I have to leave for the boat in 20 minutes. I rush to my closet and grab a my black jeans, a jumper that I got for my 15th birthday. I rush into the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face, then put on my clothes. I pulled my dark hair into a ponytail and accidentally knocked over my toothpaste, a thin snake of the minty paste spurted onto my wall but I didn't have time to clean it. I left my pyjamas on the floor in a heap and carried on packing my bag. I grabbed my phone, my charger, some spare clothes and my drawing pad. I grabbed my worn leather bomber jacket of the coat stand in the corner of my room and headed downstairs. I saw my grandpa sitting at the kitchen table reading the news paper, whilst my grandma made my favourite breakfast and hummed sweetly. I sat down at the table and my grandma gave me my plate full of bacon, eggs and scrumptious handmade potato waffles. I swallowed it very fast and then gulped it all down with some fresh orange juice. My grandpa makes juice from the orange trees and apple trees in the back yard; when I was younger I would play in the orchard with my neighbours grandson who would sometimes come over when he visited them, we would play hide and seek and tig in-between the dense trees. I heard my name being said "Melania, you'll miss the boat sweetie" my grandma uttered softly. I snapped out of my dreamworld and said my goodbyes, my grandma wished me good luck at my new school and sent me on my way with a lunch in a torn brown bag. I left the cottage that I had spent the whole 16 years of my life living in. For the most part of it, it was just me, grandma and grandpa, but during the stages of me being 1-4 my mother lived with us, when I was four she went to work in a different part of the world. She kept in contact with us but I haven't seen since I was 6. My mother was the one who sent the money for me to be able to have a fresh start at this fancy new boarding school. She thought it would be good for me as there wasn't many people my age in the village to hang around with. I carried on walking down the dusty trail to the pier...