I have never been more nervous in my entire life. I have just moved to America, and today is my first day of school.
Not that I don't like school, I think it's okay, but this is a new school that is probably very different from home.
I barely sleept that night. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm weird? What if no one wants to be my friend? No. I had to stay positive! This can be great! Maybe even better than before! And with those words I fell asleep.
But now I'm awake and trying to make a good first impression. I decided to leave my hair wavy and loose. I wanted to wear jeans and my butterfly t-shirt. And my jacket! The jacket was the last thing I got from my dad.
It was a hooded jacket, with deep, ocean blue colours and seashell decorations. It always smelled like salt-water. I loved it.
The jacket was wrapped in a package outside our doorstep on my 14th birthday with a note saying 'from dad'. I wish he was still here.
My dad dissapeared when I was 1 and a half years old. My mom was heartbroken. She is a marine-biologist, and I get to work with her sometimes.
I stared into the mirror. The green and blue stripes in my hair shimmered in my dirty-blonde hair. My calming, ice-blue eyes sparkeled like when the sun shines on the sea.
"You're gorgeous."
I flinched and turned around, mom.
I gave her a tight hug, "you sure?"
"Absolutley" she replied.
We stood there embracing eachother for a moment. Nothing else mattered.
"Ready to go?" she whispered.
I wanted to say 'not really' but I just couldn't.
"Yeah" I whispered back.
Then we both walked out of the house, together.
