It's 8:32 Monday morning.
My first day at a new school, new city, and even a new country.
I'm standing in front of a beautiful, modern building. It looks like it has been reconstructed just a few years ago. I've always dreamt of this school. Usually when people dream about their dream school, they are dreaming about Harvard or Oxford or NYU. But I'm different. I've always dreamt about this country, Iceland. And finally, I'm here, at UI. University of Iceland.
I'm a bit scared, but I'm really excited. No one knows me here. No one knows anything about me. They don't know my past. They don't know who I really am. I'm better at hiding now. Hopefully, they won't ask about me that much. Of course, they will ask about my previous school, my friends, my parents, my family. But I'm really good at lying, at least I think so. I want to be a different person, but I can't because of everything that happened to me in my past. Maybe this school, this city, these people will change me.
It's my first day here. I've never been here before. I'm a bit lost, but I'll have to deal with it alone because I know exactly no one. Everyone around me seems to be in a rush. I try to talk to someone, but they probably don't hear me. Or maybe they do, but they don't want to hear me. I'm trying to talk to at least 8 people, but they all ignore me. It looks like I'm on my own, as I thought.
I start looking around for some signs. I see exactly nothing. I'm walking around campus for at least 20 minutes by now. And finally! I see it. A building with big banner on wall. It's my first class. English with professor Carlog. I'm already late so I need to hurry. I really don't want to make bad first impression, especially not in this class. English isn't my first language. It's Russian. But even though I love English. Especially English literature. But I'm not good enough to study it, I still like it a lot so I'm taking this class, just for fun.
I walked into the classroom. There is a lot of people, around 30. I find free seat and sit down. No one is sitting next to me so it's good. I like being alone, but I hate being alone. I'm usually alone, but never alone. Professor Carlog walks into the classroom. He's wearing white shirt with brown pants. "Welcome, welcome. I'm really glad to have all of you in my class this year. I can already see some familiar faces," he looks at one boy sitting on other side of classroom, " and am really glad to see some new faces this year as well." He looks at me. He looks deep into my eyes like he knows my story, but he doesn’t. He can't. I've never met him before.
