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January , the second week of it actually. It was the first day of school next week. I had to move into a completely different city, because of my dad's busy job. I hate moving. I had to leave all of my childhood memories and my close friends behind, back in the previous neighbourhood. I don't know a should around here, except one boy, I saw him when we were moving into our new rather cozy home. He said hello, and welcome to the neighbourhood. I only said hi. I wasn't in the mood for making new friends. I guess i will be like that for a while, until I finally decide to actually socialise. I'm going to start high school. I'm not nervous, or I would say I'm not. I'm probably going to sit in the back, I always have. i think it is way better there. I get to have the full view of the classroom. Nobody sits behind me, plus, most of the teachers wont call on me that often. I like being closed off, living with my own thoughts. I don't really like making new friends. Honestly, I'm probably, definitely an introvert. But I'm not one when i make close friends. Which I had to leave behind.

My dad knows how much I hated leaving my friends. How long it took me to build a good relationship with anyone. We indeed did not have to move. It was my dad's desire. He never agreed to tell me and my mom why. He made an excuse about work and we just had to pretend like we believe him. My mom on the other hands is really happy about moving. She never liked our old house anyway.


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