CHAPTER 1
DPOV
Exchanging to another school is not a difficult process. However, to be educated in another country as well as beginning your life again can make the process harder.
My name is Dimitri Belikov. I am aged 17 and originate from Baia, Russia. Although I am native to Russia and speak the language, I do also speak some English-though it is not perfect. I am 6ft 7in in height with brown shoulder length hair and deep chocolate eyes.
Living with my Mother – Olena –and my sister – Viktoria was hard, especially whilst living with an abusive father and two sisters always away from home. Mother wishes to move to America to start afresh after years of hurt and betrayal living under the rein of my father. I can understand her reasoning to want to leave the memories behind. Yet, I think immigrating to America is a bit extreme and also an impossible situation to try to adjust to. After hours of complaining and arguing with her about such a decision I gave in.
So, now I am sat on the plane bound for Montana, America. Leaving all I have ever known behind and entering beautiful chaos of the unknown.
The journey was long and tiring. Unable to sleep or cast my mind away to thought, due to the never failing snoring from my left made by an old man and the constant 'tap, tap, taping' from the business man's phone, or laptop, or music player, or other fancy technological device. And the drive from the airport was hardly better. With my sister's constant squeals of excitement or my mother's educational drone from hours of research on America telling us facts and figures.
When finally we reached our destination Grandmother Yeva opened the door. After living in America for 13 years you would have thought she had taken the time to learn the language. But, no. she greeted us with the traditional Russian 'hello' and stayed persistent and ignorant.
Unpacking felt like a robotic motion, placing objects here or their knowing mother would rearrange them. Eating and again, unpacking more. Finally exhaustion took over and I slept.