Story Of A Girl .
No turning back now Mischa. You are now free from them ; not financially (although that they do owe you) but yet. No more you have to listen to them. No more you have to live through it everyday. New place. New people. New frien ….. no,no friends. No relations. All you wanted is to get away from them and you promised yourself no more relationships. No friendships, nothing. Just you and you and your school. School,it will be starting in two days damn, new people. But, you have to lie low mischa ; for your own good – BE ALONE !
Am on the airport, alone and waiting. And how do I feel nervous and anxious. I am what people call a wallflower. And that's how I prefer to be – atleast now, especially after all of it. What It? You don't need to know, atleast now. Its best kept locked and triple layer bubble wrapped. Anyway, waiting on the airport. For whom? For Mr. Brad Smith. Why? Because am a student whose joining te prestigious SPENCER ACADEMY, with scholarship (but, that's from next year) and his agency is responsible for international students like me. Oh, I forgot I did not give you'll a proper introduction yet. I am Mischa D'souza from India. Yup, travelling halfway through the world just for a school. Why? Because I just needed an escape and this was the perfect opportunity. And now I am waiting and am bored and nervous but right now impatient. Where in the damn hell is Brad Sm ….
"Mischa? Mischa D'souza?" , a man in a brown suit with thick glasses and bald head, around his 40's with a wide but pleasant smile plastered on his face came into my view. "umm …yes! Mr. smith?"
"yes,that would me. Welcome to Boston, miss D'souza. Sorry, I got stuck in the traffic. Anyway, let us leave soon, before it gets late. I will drop you at the dorms where you will be staying and help you get settled. I will be in contact with you every month. And, if you have any problem or you need my help for anything you can contact me. Here, this is my card. And, here is the car, let me help you with your luggage." With that he started putting my luggage in a black car. I don't know which car it is,but it is pretty good, hell I don't know about any car. Am more of a bike girl. I gues the butterflies in my stomach have woken up cause now they are fluttering non – stop. Isn't it good to have these jitters before something big ?! I hope it is, cause I need all the gooooood !
Next stop – Spencer Academy (dorms).
