The Story of Nina and Fabian

The First Meeting

Nina's POV

Today's the day. I applied to a boarding school in England a couple of months ago and they were so impressed with my application that they decided to give me a full scholarship! Plane ticket provided and paid for. I was so excited that I could burst! This would be a great experience and I've always wanted to go to England. Sure, I'll miss everyone here, especially my Gran. Gran. The one who took care of me. See, my parents died in a car crash when I was 3. Gran has taken care of me ever since. I'll miss her the most.

Gran dropped me off at the airport and walked me to the checkpoint. We both had tears in our eyes.

"Promise to call me when you reach there," Gran said. It wasn't a request.

"I will, Gran. Don't worry. I'll be fine," I said, trying to reassure her and myself a little bit.

"Oh, I'm not worried about you one bit," Gran said, hugging me. Tears started to spill over her face. "Now, go. Before I start to bawl," She said, releasing me and giving me a slight push towards the clerk.

"Bye, Gran," I said, tears starting to spill over my face now. Going through all the usual things before getting on the plane, I finally get to my seat and relax. The plane starts to move about half an hour later.

I was finally on my way…

Fabian's POV

Sitting at the table for supper with all of my other housemates, people go into their usual conversations. Suddenly, a phone starts to ring. It's Joy's. She stands up and walks out of the room to answer it. About 5-6 minutes later, she walks back in with a solemn look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, a worried look on my face. Joy was one of my best friends here, the other being Mick.

"That was my dad. He said his job moved him to a different location and that I can't go to school here anymore," she says. I go into complete shock.

"What?" Patricia immediately jumps out her seat and ran over to where Joy was standing. "What do you mean your dad's company had to move him?" Patricia was Joy's best friend. They've always been super close.

"They need more workers over at some place in Birmingham and they thought my dad would be the perfect fit," Joy said, her eyes filling with tears. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Joy was leaving. My best friend would be gone for good.

"When do you have to leave?" I ask.

"Tomorrow."

"I'll help you pack," Patricia and I both say in unison.

I can't believe Joy is going away for good.

Well, this sucks...