Paper Planes | Jungkook ff

New Beginning

Did you ever have the urge to be able to erase the past? To be able to forget what you have done or forget the people you were with once?

I have.
I desperatly have.

Distracting myself might be not a temporary solution but it definetly helps me to move forward. Thats what I tell to myself while watching another episode of my current fav anime "tokyo revengers". Seeing those thugs fighting with each other for random reasons definetly entertains me and at the same time distracts me from my current situation. Tomorrow is a big day and I would be lying if I say I'm not nervous at all. Its gonna be my first day at my new school.
A new beginning.
A new chapter.
Its like a second chance given by god and I don't want to screw this one up.
I won't. I promise.

Icy wind slashes my face as I rush trough the long alley all the way up to the bus station. I hate the smell of London's streets after a rainy night.

I've never been a fan of rain before.

A gust of cold wind blew right thorugh me when I was lost in thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Million questions are going trough my mind while I finally enter the bus and sit next to a younger boy playing with his phone. He probably goes to the same school as me because we're wearing the same uniform: a white blouse along with a burgundy jacket and a white- blue striped tie. The only differecen is that I'm wearing a skirt instead of pants. On the top left side of the jacket there is the school's emblem: an opened book encircled by laurel leaves.
How enthusiastic.
The boy didn't even look up to me but I already feel like everyone's staring at me. I know that it's just my imagination but I cant help but feel uncomfortable everytime I'm in an unfamilliar place. Suddenly I regret rejecting my parents' offer to drive me to school on my first day. I thought I could cool off my nervousness by going all by myself but unfortunately now I am more nervous than before.
I should have listened to my parents.

I should have listened to them back then too...

"No time to grieve for the past!", I mumble to myself while slightly smacking my cheeks with both hands to bring me back to my senses.

When I finally enter the school my heart starts beating so fast that I'm afraid the other students are going to hear it. Cautiously, I go up the stairs which lead to the secretary's office. When I introduce myself to the lady sitting behind the desk she gives me my schedule as if she was already waiting for someone to finally pick it up. Before I leave, she luckily describes me how to get to my classroom since my orientation is as bad as a newborn's. If it weren't for google maps I'd probably been lost and kidnapped by some human traffickers and sold as a slave to the other side of the world.
And I'm not even exaggerating.

I finally find my classroom and before knocking on the door and enter the room I take a deep and heavy breath.
"You got this", I whisper to myself. Hesitantly, I open the door to see a room full of busy students packing out their stuff. Some of them are still chatting with each other, some others are focused on their phones. Right after I entere the room another person comes in, who I assume to be the homeroom teacher. He's wearing a sky blue shirt and carries a brown leather shoulder bag with him.

"Alright everyone, please sit down and put your phones away", he says while fixing his glasses. When he finally notices me, he approches me and introduces himself.
"I'm Mr. Buckman and you must be Olivia, correct?"

"y-yes."

"Perfect! Attention everyone, this is our new student Olivia. She moved to London recently and will have the pleasure to absolve her last year of school with us."

I literally feel my blood rushing through my veins  and the only thing I can hear right now is my heart skipping a beat. More specificially, its skipping an entire song. This whole situation makes me feel extremly uncomfortable. Everyone is staring at me while I look down at my feet and wait for the teacher to end his speech. Though, I'm so grateful towards him for introducing me in my stead. Since last week I think about how to introduce myself properly to the class up to the point, I even had nightmares about messing it up.