Saudade (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER ONE

I finally reached the last page of the book. It was very touching because the story ended up with Emily, an orphan who died after fifteen years surviving from astrocytoma. As far as I know, astrocytoma is basically a type of brain cancer which remains a star-shaped cells in the cerebrum.  

Emily was diagnosed having this deathly disease since she was only three. But she was strong, until finally the cancer claimed her life. However, her profound persistence to fight against the cancer might inspire many people―particularly for them who had a cancer like Emily.

I closed the book and put it down onto the dashboard. I sighed, noticing  that we were already halfway to school.  Mom―who was driving the car―glanced at me for a few seconds before  she quickly returned her sight to the road.

"You've completed it already?" her eyes widened. "I just bought you two days ago."

I retorted her a look. "Well," I shrugged, "Probably you should bought me Jason Seamus' one, so I would complete it a year after."

Fyi, Jason Seamus is a Canadian writer who had been well-known because of his intelligency and all of his incredible writings. He writes mostly about non-fictions and life lessons. With the complex explanation and deep metaphors, I cannot tell how long I would interpret the point of his writings.

My mom was the otherwise. When we went visiting the bookstore two days ago, my mom was the one who is very enthusiast and told me that it was worth to read. However, she didn't purchase it because she has no time for reading. She was too busy at doing some housekeeping.

Instead of buying a science book I've been planned that day, I ended up with an incredible melancholic fiction like A Beautiful Serenity, a story of Emily Erdeneer.

"Here we are," mom stopped the car in such a surprising manner. It caused my body jolted forward before I would hit my back against the seat. "Sorry. New driver," she grinned. I forced a smile.

I shifted my sight out of the window, getting fascinated by a huge three-storied building in front of me. It was also featured by an extensive grassy area and a footpath that crossing the yard. I looked up into a sign at the top of the building, written: Elliot Monrow High School.

I was about to take off the seat belt and jumped out of the car when mom said, "Don't be a shrinking violet, honey. They are just people. Go around and make friends!" she advised.

"How if they don't like me?" I said, leaning backwards.

"Of course they would like you, sweetie. Just be positive."

The fact that they were Canadians made me feel uncomfortable. I mean, I used to be living around American people. There must be something different between getting along with Canadian and American. They must have a different rules about making friends in here.

I pulled a halfhearted smile, then saying "I love you, mom," before pushing out the door and landed onto the pavement.

"Have fun. I love you too,"she bent a little, peeking over the window so that she could find my face.

I waved a hand at the same moment  as my mom started the engine and hit the road again. The car slowly sunk under my eyes.

Then, I breathed out.

My new life in Vancouver had just begun. Which that means, a sweet torture of being a new student in high school life were facing me right now.

This happened because my dad got transferred by his company from Seattle. I thought everything was fine back there. I was happy. I had good friends, I had a nice living, and I had so much beautiful childhood memories in Seattle. But now, I have to start all over. I'm afraid I couldn't be able to fit in here.