After a terrible incident, Octavia has to move from Berlin to her father and his new family in the USA. A new fresh start in a lovely small village called glade city near the beach, a life everyone else would dream of.
But not Via, she refuses to ac...
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༄ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ'ꜱ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ༄
༄ Groaning in pain the girl woke up, her back was aching and her head pounded like crazy. An annoyed huff left her mouth, the reason she awoke was the eardrum-tearing shrill ringtone of her phone.
Her hand reached to the ground where the annoying sound came from, and she opened her eyes slightly to accept the call. "Hello?", Octavia asked, trying to hide her tired and ruff voice.
She sat up straight and stretched her hardened muscles. The brunette ran a hand through her tangled hair and put the phone on speaker. "Hello?", she asked again.
"Where on earth are you? And why exactly are you NOT in your bed?", a high-pitched voice yelled from the other side of the phone so suddenly, that Octavia surprisedly let go of her phone.
With a pang, the already shattered screen landed on the linoleum of the school ground. "Fuck my life", she mumbles before picking it up again.
"Who is this?", she questioned even though she could tell it was Nadia's voice.
"Nadia", the woman answered, "Now answer me! Where are you and why didn't you sleep in your bed last night?"
Octavia groaned, too many questions at a too early time. "I'm—", she stopped to think, saying that she broke into the high school in the middle of the night was probably not the best thing to do, "I'm in front of the high school, just exploring the city you know?", she said instead.
"I left at around", she looks at the clock to not expose her lie, "Half past five. Couldn't sleep."
"You snuck out last night and I know it", the woman asserted angrily.
"I didn't— why would I?", Octavia denied, "Not like there's anything to do anyway."
"Your window is open and the bed is still made— if you slept in it would be unmade. I know you, Octavia, you wouldn't make your bed after you get up", she concluded.
The girl let out a bitter laugh, "You don't know me, Mrs. Walker." She got up and stretched again, "And if you care so much about where I am, maybe install a tracking app on my phone or something. That might help with your control issues."
"You're being rude, Octavia. Your father won't like that you didn't sleep here last night, and I'm not gonna be the one to tell him, you can do-"
"Then don't? I don't care, but I'm not gonna tell him," Octavia stated carelessly, her thumb hovering directly over the hang up button.
"Home now-" Nadia demanded but got cut off, once Octavia pressed her thumb onto the red button.
She groaned again and left the classroom she slept in. The school looked completely different in the soft daylight that was falling through big windows on one side of the hallway. A strange feeling rushed over her body, making her shiver.
The school was completely empty, leaving room to imagine how it would look like when late-running teachers and annoyed students would run around frantically, and when laughter and shouts would fill the air.
The last time she was in a school, was on her seventeenth birthday, before all that happened. The day could've been perfect, just like every other of her birthdays before, but fate had other plans for the girl. Quickly she shook the thought off, and hurried to get out of the school.
The cafes on the other side of the haven place seemed to open slowly and now that the sun was shining softly onto the place, Octavia couldn't help but notice the beauty of the circular city center. In the middle was a round fountain with a bronze statue of a woman rejecting a sailor.
A smile formed on her rosy lips, the statue of the woman rejecting the man somehow reminded her of her mom. She always cared for her daughter, yes Katherina Müller cared for nothing but her daughter.
Octavia knew that there were men in her mother's life after her dad, but her mom never actually went on dates. She rejected everyone for her daughter, so Octavia didn't have to go through everything again.
Octavia smiled, her mom was a real hero to her. She was her best friend and her mother, she protected her from everything.
Eventually, her eyes wandered from the statue to the small cafes and shops on the other side of the circular place. One of the cafés opened right now, a blonde girl around her age set up tables and chairs under big floral parasols.
A sign over the door said 𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽 in curvy letters. Octavia ran her hand through her hair again, trying to get it at least a bit more decent before she entered the cafe.
A blonde woman who looked exactly like the girl outside greeted her with a warm-hearted smile. Unsure Octavia smiled back and walked towards the counter. Her eyes wandered over the backed goods under the glass, and she noticed how hungry she actually was.
"A chocolate croissant and a black coffee", she ordered and took out her cards. "Please", she added and tried to smile at the woman.
"No sugar? Milk? Anything?", she smiled and handed Octavia a plate with the croissant and napkins.
"No just black coffee, please," Octavia answered and smiled at her a last time before she sat down in the corner of the small cafe.
A few minutes later the woman placed her coffee on her table, "I hope you enjoy, Miss."
"Thank you so much", Octavia thanked unsure what to do. She hadn't had a conversation like this in weeks. Most people she had talked to after the incident acted like she was some kind of oversensitive object that could explode at any moment.
"No worries, let me know if you need anything else", the woman nodded, and walked back to the counter.
Octavia carefully sipped on the hot drink, and watched the pedestrians walk past the cafe, some stopping to take a look at the baked goods displayed in the window. Over time the cafe filled and a warm cozy atmosphere filled the air.
Eventually, the bitter taste of the pure black coffee started to disgust her, but asking for milk seemed weird to her. Octavia stared at the mug in front of her, and began to fidget with her sleeves.
If she got up everyone would see her in the tracksuit, they would see how indecent looked. And the woman would think she's dumb because she insisted on getting black coffee, everyone would see how she couldn't— couldn't— couldn't—
Panic overcame Octavia and her hands began shaking at the thought of having to interact with strangers. She felt like everyone could look straight into her soul, even though most of the people in the cafe were chatting with each other.
Eventually, she managed to take all her courage and walked towards the counter. Her body tensed but now there was no going back. "Excuse me, Mrs. Isaacs?", she asked, unsure if the name was correct.
The slightly chubby woman smiled at her, "Isla, call me Isla. I feel so old when people call me Mrs. Isaacs." The woman— Isla laughed warmly, "What can I get for you, my dear?"
The way she said my dear did something to Octavia, it made her relax in some way. "I umm- could I maybe get milk?", awkwardly she scratched the back of her neck.
"Yea, sure here you go, anything else I can get for you, Love?", she asked and handed Octavia a small jug of warm milk.
She shook her head, "I'm fine thanks". Gratefully she took the jug and walked back to her table.
Octavia's eyes were darted on the high school while she sipped on her now way milder coffee. Her mind wandered to her last day of school, she tried to stop it but her mind wouldn't let her.
