Ulva's POV
I had only moved into this city last month. We had unpacked all our stuff. My father went to work for the first time since the big move. Everything seems extremely hectic right now, the move really messed with everyone's schedules. It had taken quite a while for my parents to even choose a school for me.
Not only that but it was hard to even get me to want to attend one. The main reason for that is that there were way too many private schools. The first school they had looked at was Okhasis Prep, but they expected resumes months before the classes even started, so there was no use even trying to go there. The second one was Scaleswind charter, this one was too far from my current house and no busses went there. Both my parents have jobs and there weren't any bus routes to get me there, meaning I couldn't go. I stared at the school pamphlets over and over again. The Rua'an district was full of opportunities. But then again, so was my last district.
I miss my old friends, my old home.
The flowers I had kept around the garden.
All of that would be gone if I ever decided to return. My mind drew a blank as I set down the papers. I wanted so badly to just sprint out the door and go back to my old school and my old home. But I was no longer in the same state of mind, state, and of Rua'an. I couldn't make friends as easily as most and I was never really popular. I was often called the nerd girl, the geek, the goth, the lone, the list keeps going on and on. That was a major lie of course. I sleep for eight hours every day.
But this was high school, a time that lives in infamy amongst adults and college students alike. All the television shows I watched glorified it like it was the golden years. Of course, freshman year was never as nice as the senior year was, but I couldn't complain. It wasn't my choice to go to public school. I would have been homeschooled if my parents didn't have to work their butts off.
I glanced back at the papers and sighed, jumping off my chair and exiting the kitchen. I was frustrated with this so, I walked upstairs into my new room. The walls were white, not painted the color I picked out yet. My parents didn't have any time to do it. I would eventually do it myself if I had to. The bed and desk were assembled and ready to use. I landed face-first into my mattress and screamed into it, using the cushions to attempt to make the least amount of noise possible.
I had thought that not even dolphins could hear me scream. It was a flawless plan, except my mother heard me from downstairs in the other room. She calmly walked up the stairs and slowly opened my door. It creaked as she opened it where she had found me shouting into my pillows.
She had asked me while poking my shoulder, "Ulva? Darling? What's the matter?"
I had responded in a hushed tone with, "I can't choose a school mom. There are too many, and even then..."
That is when I had ended up mumbling the rest. My mother shook her head and sat on the comforter with me. I curled up next to her. I noticed my mother was holding one of the school pamphlets.
I looked up and asked even though I had already known what it was but not for where "What's that?"
My mother had turned her head to look at me and said, "The one for Phoenix Drop High. We..."
