Impossible - May's variant

1st Chapter: The start

It was 5 am on my first school day at my new school, new town, and hopefully, a new life. I moved here to Dublin from Manchester. A real big move, huh? Well, I had too. The last 5 years went totally wrong for me. Bullying, wrong friends, judged, cutting, suicide, anxiety, paranoid. In short, just done. Done with everything. Done with the people. I just hope I won’t do anything wrong. I bet just one wrong sentence and everything will be fucked again. Hopefully no one will find out about my past, about what happened in Manchester. I’ll just say I wanted to leave because I like changes. To be honest, I don’t really. I hate changes but more I hate these people and what happened. Well, I heard the people in Ireland are very friendly, and I ever loved their accent when I heard one speaking. Of course just in YouTube videos.

Lost in my thoughs, as usual, I could barely hear food steps. I knew it was just my mom to “wake me up”, but whenever there’s a moment like this, I’m so afraid my anxiety comes back. I calmed myself and pretended to sleep.

“Good morning Jenna, ready for your first day?”, my mother said while opening the window to let fresh air in. It was spring and I loved the smell of the flowers, of the nightly air. “Jenna?!”

“Oh uhm yeah I’m just still tired” I should stop starting to get lost in my thoughs while people talk to me.

“So as usual you little sleepyhead”, my mom said with a little smile on her face “well, just hurry a bit. I’m making breakfast while you’re getting ready”

“What about some pancakes please?”I asked before she left me still empty room.

“Okay, but just because it’s your first school day” she smiled at me.

I just smiled back and got ready. Brushing my long brown hair, brushing my teeth, choosing clothes. I decited to wear a normal T-shirt with normal shorts. I didn’t want to be conspicious for my first day.

The sun shined, my mind tells me it’ll be a good day. The smell of pancakes suddenly catched my nose. “Like you wished little miss”, my mom said. “Your father loved them so much, just like you. He had died for them…”

Oh I can’t! Again she started talking about him. My father died about one year in a car crash. I happily got over it after time, but it’s still hard for my mother.

“Stop. Thinking. About. It! Don’t you remember? It was one of the main reasons why we moved here, far away from Manchester. We wanted to leave everything there!”

“Jenna, you can’t forgot your father! You can’t!”

“I don’t, but I started thinking everything happens for a reason. Of course I’ll never forget them. You know I loves him and still do”

I calmed myself instead of throwing my pancakes in the air and see it flying like a bird. I actually hate it when she start with dad! I mean yes, of course she's is right. We shouldn't forget him but we can't just stop and spend the rest of our life's mourn him. Right?

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This is my first story ever, idk if it's really good. I just know it's short, the next chapter will be online tomorrow or someday