Hey guys. This is my first fanfic. It's actually not really a "fanfic". It's just something I thought of writing and made up on my own. So yeah. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Two Days Left
School was starting in just two days and I was so unready for it. I glanced wearily at my bare, empty room and slouched myself onto the bed beside me. The purple pillow felt cold against my skin as it shaped itself around my face and neck. Slowly and softly, I took in a small rattling breath, letting it fill up my lungs completely before I ushered the old air out. Closing my eyes tight shut, I molded over about the good and bad things that could possibly happen in the next two days.
Bad: I'm not going to make any friends.
Good: … what good can possibly happen? Missing the plane to England? Yeah, I do that and my mom would probably tear my guts out… I guess that my options are limited to one choice. Going.
So the plane was picking me up on Monday, flying me half way across the worldto a foreign country, and then leaving me stranded there for… the rest of my high school years? Yes, I think that's the story. A story I remember only too well.
I shook my head and got up, stretching my arms like a cat as I gazed at my bare room. My three suitcases were located at the far end of the bed, where the white carpet floors merged with the pale white walls, giving the room a lackluster effect. At least I wasn't going to be living in this dingy apartment much longer. Just two more days.
Leaving my mom all alone, as a working mother, in this quiet little town seemed odd, and the thought wouldn't fully register in my mind. I'd lived with her all my life; we'd been through a lot, but hey, we're still family. Leaving her behind would be like leaving a piece of me. But what could I do? The deal was sealed. I was being sent to England under a full out scholarship that I'd won for getting first place in the APC's (Academic Preparation for College). I didn't really know anything about the school… Apparently, it was some highly prestigious private school, and all the kids in it were British geniuses. My mother was frantic when she got the news, and being from a poor, Latino family, she never would have had this opportunity. I guess I can understand her point of view, but I never wanted to leave California, I never wanted to say good-bye to my friends. I never wanted to leave my hometown behind. I never wanted any of this.
But what could I do about it? Mom made us move all the way to New Jersey; that way she'd be a little bit closer to me while I'm away.
I sighed heavily. I got up slowly and went over to the window. It was a cloudy day, with the sun barely gleaming through the dense, gray clouds. A cool, autumn breeze made its way along the street below, ruffling the red and yellow leaves. Up top, on the third floor of the apartment, everything seemed calmer, and as the breeze reached its way up to my window, it helped release some of my stress.
Perhaps… just maybe… going to England wouldn't be that bad. Because for once, I might feel like I belong.