Olive Green [GxG]

CHAPTER 1

"In the end, we'll all become stories."

- Margaret Atwood

MOVING AWAY FOR the last year of high school was not very comfortable. Initially, I was angry with my mum about her job relocation. I didn't speak to her for a few days because of that. And yes, I felt bad for doing that to her—it wasn't her fault, after all.

  However, this situation meant I had to change schools and leave my friends. Thankfully, living in this age, we had all kinds of social networks and chat apps. I eventually accepted it, realising chatting with friends over our mobile phones was enough. Although, of course, seeing each other face to face occasionally wouldn't be bad either.

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I sighed as I opened the door to my new bedroom. Loneliness immediately filled the empty room. My next few weeks were going to be spent on decorating this place, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to survive here. It seemed so sterile—like a hospital room.

  Rather, I went out into the living room, where my mum was putting down some boxes. It looked like she didn't need any of my help, so I went for the boxes where my things were. There was a bunch of them, to tell the truth. What could I say? I had many things that held memories and, of course, clothes.

  "What do you want for dinner?" Mum asked as I was going back to my room with quite a big box in my arms. I was guessing this one was full of my vinyl records, posters, headphones, and so on.

  "Pizza," I smiled. There was no possibility that she was going to cook on our first night here—having a delivered meal sounded more than enough.

  "Prosciutto with mushrooms and Quattro stagioni?"

  Nodding, I left the living room thinking how this place was so white. It caused shivers to go down my spine. Thankfully, the furniture we had was made of dark wood. My mum wouldn't like a plain place either.

  After I had all of my boxes in my brand-new room, I decided to put on some music, so I opened the box with a small box cutter I got specifically for the move and took out my headphones; searching my Spotify library for the best playlist for this. Once the music was on, I could happily put all my clothes into the wardrobe and closet. It was pretty clear to me that it wouldn't take long, and the appearance of these two pieces of furniture wouldn't be the same as it was now. I had some posters to spruce up the room. I wouldn't call it a mess, but it did have some small so-called chaos in it. As long as it was mine, I was okay with that, to tell the truth.

  When the song I was listening to was in the middle of the chorus, it stopped, replaced by the deafening sound of my ringtone. I checked my phone and could see a incoming call from one of my childhood friends—Evelyn. I missed her already. So I took the call, "Hey."

  "Hey! We all were wonderin' how you doin'?" Evelyn explained the reason for her call, I could hear some muted voices in the background.

  "Alright, I guess. I'm just unpackin'."

  There was silence—if that was even possible. I guessed that she was somewhere with our other friends, while enjoying the last days of summer break.

  "Okay. Let's do a video call," she suggested, and I sighed. It was clear to me that was she curious about my new home, but there was nothing special to be seen here. Not yet, at least. Although still, the video call was made.

  "Girl, it looks like you live in a mental hospital!" laughed Amy. A blondie, who tried to take over Evelyn's phone, to which I groaned. She was pretty much right.