Sofia's POV
The sun cascades over the sandy Italian beach. Im going to miss it here. Living here all of my 11 years of life was so joyful. I had friends, everyone spoke italian, we had big mountains to hike.
My whole childhood is here, I want to be here. Im going to miss this the most. The beach, only a two hour train ride through the city of Milan and you can reach the beach. I always come here with my Nona to relax.
Life is so easy here. It's pretty, there's old style buildings, fashion and art options, pretty scenery. I love the scenery here and Im going to miss it when it's gone. Apparently with my limited research I've come to understand that Wrexham — the town I'm moving to — doesn't even compare to Italy. If they're were ranked, I'm sure Wrexham wouldn't even be thought about.
My mother tells me to stop being a pessimist and try to look on the bright side, but that's kind of impossible when you don't know anyone or barely even speak the language. There doesn't seem like there's much to do.
Im already overthinking again about this big move to 'improve life'. Im moving tomorrow afternoon. I start school in a few weeks and it's honestly terrifying. I have to learn everything in another language which will be confusing. I don't want to seem less smart than anyone. People will judge me.
I just hope I find at least one friend who understands. Maybe they'll speak Italian too and we can talk together, she could help me learn the terms of different subjects to improve my understanding.
Moving could be the best or worst thing to happen in my life, and it's just going to have to be the dark tunnel until school starts.
I just hope it's going to be okay..
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Sarsofia
FanfictionFrom strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again. - Sofia is the average Italian girl with an average life. Until she figures something out, She's in love with her best friend Sara (Sars). She never knew she was gay, but she is. T...
