Damn. I am really tired, but I can't fall asleep.
I am starting a new school tomorrow, so I'm really nervous. So far, I switched eight schools. It is mostly because of my parents' work- they have to move to a different country every year. They are spies. Well, I am not really supposed to tell you this. So far, we lived in Sweden, Canada, Russia, France, Spain, Israel, China, and now we moved to New Jersey. After living in all these countries I speak eight languages, and it's a little hard to cover it up. But this year I will spend in the United States, speaking English. Not that bad.
At first when I found out when my parents are spies I was excited- who wouldn't be? An eleven year old girl is told that her parents have to find out secret information and catch bad guys; of course she would be shocked. But there was the deal: We had to move every year, in terms of keeping it all in secret. I never was allowed to tell my friends about my parents' job, but we tried to cover it up saying that my mom is a doctor and my dad teaches chemistry at Jefferson High. My friends didn't really care as long as I invited them to sleepovers once in a while and hanged out with them.
My name is Cameron. My closest friends call me Cammie. I am fourteen, and in five and a half hours I will have to go to a new school where I don't know anyone. Not to say that I'm THAT nervous- after all, I started a new school eight times in my life. Tomorrow I am going to high school, and my parents keep saying that this will be the best experience of my life, but I doubt it- I mean, I will move in a year anyway. Lose my friends. But again, I am used to it. I guess you start getting "adapted" to moving every year. That was one of the reasons I didn't make that many friends in the past years of my exciting life- I was afraid to lose them, as I knew I would. One of my only friends was Hanna- a very quiet and gentle girl whom I met when we lived in Sweden. She was very pale, with long blond hair and big gray eyes. We spent the 5th grade together- doing homework, going out to the mall and eating strawberry ice-cream. We shared secrets and told each other everything, but I couldn't tell her the main secret- about my parents. When I told her that I have to leave at the end of the year, she gave me a necklace with a tiny flower. She said that she wants me to keep it, as a sign of our friendship. Since then I only take that necklace off when I go to the shower. I will never forget Hanna, and swore that I will keep the necklace forever.
I got off my bed and went downstairs to grab a snack. I won't fall asleep anyways.
The whole house is a chaos. Since we moved in only two weeks ago, we didn't have time to open any of the packages. Basically, it takes us half a year to open everything and organize the house, and the next half a year we are busy packing everything up again. I guess it is not that big of a deal if you have elder siblings to help you, but I am the only child. Well, as a matter of fact I have a brother, but he lives in Virginia. He is in college right now, so he couldn't keep moving with us. He changed his last name (again, for safety- and I am pretty immature as I don't understand why my biological brother should change his last name), and he comes to visit us once in a while.
I opened the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I heard footsteps from the stairs.
"Cam, go to bed. I know you are nervous, but it's not a reason to wake everyone up at 2 am in the morning" -my mom said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."
She hugged me.
"You will get adapted, don't worry. It's not the first time. You will have a lot of friends, you can invite anyone over."
"Mom, I will have to leave at the end of the year. It's not worth it. Making friends and then moving to a different country? What kind of person does that?"
"A person whose parents have an important job. Cammie, we already talked about it. I think you are grown up enough to understand it. And besides, I still don't know where we are going to move next year. Maybe we will just be sent to a different state- you could keep in touch with your friends then."
"I guess so."- I just didn't want to fight with her. Not right now.
"Now, go to bed. You have a very important day tomorrow"
"Good night, mom"- I hugged her.
"Good night, sweetie."
As I went upstairs I decided to talk to Hanna- the only friend I kept in touch with up till now. I realized I wouldn't wake her up if I called, since it's morning in Sweden right now. But still I decided to chat- who knows, maybe she's not next to her phone right now. I logged in.
"Hey Hanna!"-I typed. "How are you? Excited for school?"
I learned Swedish when I lived there, but I still felt more comfortable speaking English. Hanna didn't mind- she spoke English even better than me.
"Cammie! I miss you so much! I wish you would come back"- she replied. "The school is not the same without you."
Wow, it certainly was supposed to make me feel better.
"I wish I would come back, too."- I typed back. "How was your summer? Did you do anything special?"
"No, not really. Went to visit my grandmother, and then came back. My parents made me study for the rest of the summer. They said high school will determine my future…"
"You know it's true, Hanna."
"I know…"
I never told Hanna about my parents and their work. Like everyone else she thought that I moved in order to get a higher education in a better school. She was one of my best friends who told me everything, and I felt really bad not telling her my secret. But I couldn't. I swore that I wouldn't tell, and I didn't.
"Remember Alice? The blond girl who was always teasing you? She is going out with Lucas now. Two months already", - said Hanna.
"Wow…"
We didn't have that much to talk about already. It's true, I haven't seen her for three years, and although we tried to update each other about everything, we couldn't. Hanna is busy- she is going to be an actress, so she goes to a theater club four times a week. She takes it very seriously. Well, knowing Hanna, she takes everything seriously. I'd say she has a big chance to become a very good actress one day. Back then when we were eleven years old, we would act out our favorite parts from different books- Hanna did it very well, and often I would sit for hours watching her becoming a wizard, an animal, a princess, an old lady or a little girl. She was so good she could make me laugh for a long time.
"Hey Cam, I gotta go. Dinner time", - Hanna typed. For a moment I was confused- it was two o'clock in the morning. But in Sweden it was already dinner time, I guess.
"Bye, I miss you"- I answered and logged off.
I closed my laptop and crawled into my bed. "I have to sleep for at least a couple of hours," I said to myself. Otherwise I'll be too tired and will start speaking French at school tomorrow. And who will believe then that my mom is a doctor?..