Metulji - Bojan Cvjetićanin

Breeze

I watch as the rain droplets race down the car window. I am about to start crying again but put my headphones on and start blasting music.

I only take them off once we get to the airport. My stomach hurts and I want to vomit. My father hands me a bottle of water but I don't touch it.

Once I'm sitting in the plane the thought finally completely sinks in. I am probably never going to return to Finland. I am probably never going to see my friends again. I am going to be alone in a country that I don't even speak the language of.

I grab my phone, send a message to my best friend Julia, telling her I'm going offline for the plane ride to slovenia.

I put my phone on airplane mode and start to listen to music again. The sad playlist starts playing and I start bawling my eyes out in front of everyone.

After landing in Slovenia we take a taxi to our new house where our stuff waits for us. It feels weird to be in an empty house.

I run up to my new room and I literally squeal, which I have never done before. It is huge and just perfect.

"So how are you liking Ljubljana so far? Is your room nice?" My dad asks as he carries a cardboard box to my room. "I love my room, should i go on a walk around the city to see some places?" I ask, hoping for some alone time.

My dad nods but tells me to ask my mom. Oh no she will not want me wandering around in a big city alone.

I sigh and head downstairs "Mom please can i take a walk to get to know the place, i promise i won't go far" i plead as i walk down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Yeah sure whatever but leave your phone here." My mother answers. "What why? I wanted to listen to music." I ask confusedly. I already know my mothers answer which of course was "Because i said so, now go on." I roll my eyes and walk outside.

It is around three o'clock so the sun is shining and a cold breeze travels through the air. A smile creeps up on my face as I can tell moving to Slovenia was a great choice.

I wander around the city finding myself in a busy street full of people shopping. I stop by a cute local cafe to get a quick coffee. I sit down and watch some boys play football on the street.

Suddenly I hear some loud warning shouts and quickly look up. All I see is a football flying right at me.

The ball landed on my coffee which splattered all over the table and my face. I can feel the hot coffee drip down my shirt as I start to wipe my face with a piece of paper.

I groan as I realize my mascara smudged all over my face and my white shirt is now stained with coffee. Wow what a first impression to the slovenians.

(A/N) sorry this was a short chapter. There's more coming stay tuned :)!