Nothing in This World.

New country.

Olivia's POV

Life in Namibia during the summer wasn't so bad after all. My father was a good hearted man.  I had only known him for a month but I already had the time of my life during the little time I spent with him.  He made the holiday a father and daughter bonding time which was always filled with many surprises and  visits to places I had never been. I met new people as well who mostly turned out to be my father's relatives. Despite the fact that I travelled with resfeber, the anxiousness and nervousness was immediately replaced with fondness towards my father's charm and loving humour. After all, living with him had always been my dream.

Well, my name is Olivia. I am a Namibian girl but I grew up in America with my mother. My parents separated when I was young which is the reason why I hadn't known my father until last year when I turned seventeen. Living in Namibia was a dream come true to me. I did not know if it was the pictures of the animals my father used to send, the snatched arid desert at the coast or the ever green farms in northern Namibian villages that attracted me to the country but my heart was always set to the place and so, my father convinced me to stay in Namibia until I finished university. I was therefore indoctrinated to study  at the University of Namibia. It was an experience I couldn't wait to begin.

The holiday finally passed in a blur, sadly living me a little time to relinquish the memories. I was going to college today which wasn't so appealing like I thought it would be. My dad was more than excited for me. He packed my bags along with me and chatted about how I was going to like the dorms.  Apparently he also went to the University of Namibia and he lived in the same dorms. You could only imagine how horrified I was when he mentioned it. I did research, and according to the news my grand parents went to the same university too. As excited as I had been before, living in Namibia was suddenly starting to sound like a bad idea. I never imagined to be schooling at a school where even my grandparents went to, but I was also  not in the position to judge the place because of how old seemed to be.

I suddenly didn't like idea of refusing to go to Stanford to come to the university of Namibia. Don't take me wrong, I was kind of a nerd and I liked to have everything of mine taken seriously. My mother always made sure that I did my school work well and I made sure that I was the best learner in class. Her dream was to see me as a medical doctor. I got good grades and got into both Havard and Stanford but I decided to come to Namibia. I didn't want to be a doctor either. My dream was to be a writer and a singer. When I told my mother, she got very disappointed that it didn't matter to her if I was not living in America anymore because she wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of me studying arts. It broke my heart that my mother cared more about status than me and what I loved but I didn't let it affect me much.

"Here comes your new school sweet heart," my dad said on the school opening day when we drove past the security into the main campus of the Windhoek University of Namibia.. We drove past a soccer field where about three boys walked , laughing about something. Many students walked about randomly in different directions and we stopped at what turned out to be the administration office to fill in some paper work.
"Ben!" The lady at the front desk exclaims, smiling widely when her and my father exchanged greetings. Apparently they where friends and she was very surprised that my dad had a daughter from America who was joining their school. I rolled my eyes, annoyed when everyone turned to look at me after the desk lady spitted out that I was from America.

Now I had something to be annoyed of, thanks to her. I did not like to be viewed as the different kid. It made me feel anxious and alone. My dad saw the shift in my mood, so he decided to make the paper work fast so that we could also continue to the dorms  and make it there in time.

I was glad when we made it to the dorms but at the same time dismayed when it came to my attention that I was going to share a room with some girl I didn't know. Dad patted me at the back and rubbed my shoulders gently to ease my mood when he saw how tense I felt to be there. He assured me that I was going to get used to the new environment and that very soon I was going to blend in with the new people.