Olive Green [GxG]

CHAPTER 1

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

- Margaret Atwood

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

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

  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 therein were my things. There was a bunch of them, to tell the truth.

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

  "Pizza," I smiled. There was no possibility that she would have to cook on our first day here. Having delivered pizza sounded more than enough.

  "Margherita and Prosciutto with mushrooms?"

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

  After I had all of my boxes in my brand-new room, I decided to put on some music, so I took my headphones and searched my phone 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 wouldn't call it chaos, but it did have some small so-called chaos in it. As long as it was mine, I was okay with that.

  Just as another one of many songs was halfway played, the song was muted, which made me check my phone. A call from one of my childhood friends. Evelyn's face accompanied by dark hair in the photo, I had put to her contact, caught my eye to which I took the call: "Hey?"

  "Hey! We all were wonderin' how you doin'?" Evelyn explained the reason why she was calling, as I could hear some muted voices from the phone.

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

  There was silence. Well, if that was even possible. I was guessing that she was somewhere with our other friends or maybe some other people while enjoying the last days of summer break.

  "'Kay. Let's do a video call," she suggested and I sighed. It was clear to me that not only was she curious about my new home, but also 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 at the moment, to which I groaned. She was pretty much right.

  "I just started upackin', what did y'all expect?" I rolled my eyes as I put my phone down and fixed it on the bedside table so they could see me and I could continue unpacking and filling the closet.