Transfered. Again. I sighed heavily lancing my convers with my eyes closed. I was currently sitting at the train station waiting for the cab to take me to my new school. My new home. Well, not that I could say that my last school had been my old home- I'd been there only a couple of months. The main problem with my life was that I was attached to my parents- I had to move with them to every new place they planned to go and imagine how long two archeologists can sit in one place. They kept looking for some ancient stuff from Egipt or Greece and followed them or rumors of them all around the world.
I had already lived in France, in Germany, stayed in India, Russia, even in Poland. It was nice to travel all around the world really, don't get me wrong, but after more than 10 years it can be tiring and frustrating. As long as my grandparents lived I had been staying with them, so I could have normal, regular life, tons of friends and some stability. But accordings to God's plan or something similar they were taken away from me in a car crash while they were coming back from some party.
I would never forget awful feeling that suddenly rose in my stomach when that night somone had knocked on the door and when I opened them I saw older, tired policeman who layed his eyes on my whispering "Dear God, no." I had not understood it back than, but later I realized what he ment- little girl, alone in a big house, looking so innocent- I had had a Little Mermaid pijama on to make things worse, and he had been forced to tell her that her world died that night.
Because that had been proper definition of that night. I world had died, cause my granparents dissapeared. I needed to start to live with my parents, to get to know them again. The problem is that when you live in such a hurry, in such an obsession over something and someone that existed thousands of years ago, you loose your interest in current timing. In your friends, coworkers, in your own daughter.
So I had lived with them or should I say next to them. We had spend meals together, but I never joined their conversation, because I simply didn't have anything to say that might interest them. They never cared in how I felt or how I was doing in school as long as I was able to go to the next class, they always thought I was not smart enough for their conversations, so I became to study harder, longer, more. Just to fit into their standards. I became the best student in every possible school I went to, but still it wasn't enough. "You won't understand." was something my parents used more that my own name.
So when I turned 17 I found myself I school that had a dorm, that let students to live all year in there, that didn't required coming back for Christmas and all. School that basically scramed "I'm for orphans and unwanted ones!". 100% for me. Funny or I should say tragic thing was that it didn't even required much talking to get my parents agreed to that. No costs interested them- well we were hell of wealthy people so why should they, they didn't even wanted to know where it was situated when I informed them it was far away from the town, no clubs, no pubs, the middle of the woods with guarded area and park as the only source of entertainment. They were far more than OK that I was locked away form the world, and I was far more than OK to be locked away from them. Sure, I loved them, they were my parents after all, but it was cold, stiff love, not the i-made-you-heart-shaped-pancakes love that my gradma showed or let's-go-fishing-though-i-hate-it-but-you-love-it love that my granddad showed towards me.
I blinked couple of times rapidly to prevent the tears form rolling down my cheeks. I always reacted this way to the though of my grandparents- they were the ones to raised my to be honest.
I cleared my throat and sat straight waiting for the school driver to finally come for me. At first I thought it was extremely weird for a school to have thier own, personal driver, but checking exactly what the location on the school was I changed my mind right away. It wasn't just far away- it was almost hour drive from the town AND hour drive through the woods far away. No parent would find the way withour getting lost numerous of times.
I sighed sitting back and going through my bag looking for headphones when some tall, very good looking man in his mid fourties stood in front of me.
"- Melinda Roster?"
He had nice but very official voice. Made for official work, great for the first impression. I put my headphones back to my bag, before slowly nodding my head.
"-Hello, my name is Vincent, I am the driver from Nobel Institute, it is my duty to take you safely on place."
He said reaching his hand out for my to shake it, so I did so standing up grabbing my bag on my shoulder afterwards.
"-Hello, I'm Melinda, nice to meet you. As you can see, I don't have much luggage..."
He cut me off by waving at me trying to take my suitcase.
"-I know, none of you is allowed to bring more than one suitcase and one bag on your own. I am highly aware of it, since it's my job to be sure you didn't took anything more. The rooms are not big enough to handle anythig more to be honest."
He said it not changing a bit his tone making me get a little bit smaller. If all the school was going to look like this, stiff and all I mayas well regret signing up to it. Suddenly his face lightened up wide grin.
"-Realx kiddo. I may be stiff, but I'm human as well. If you had a little bit more luggage I wouldn't throw it away for sure."
I liftened my head to look at him and saw his features soften while he spoke taking my luggage leading my to the car.
"-Hi, honestly, relax. The school is stiff and lead with the rules, but considering your CV and what we've heard from previous headmasters, you'll be more than fine."
I stopped on the sidewalk looking at him carefully,s tudying his face.
"-Are you sure you're justa driver?"
"-Yes, why do you ask?"
"-Well, as for a driver you know tons of things about me that only headmaster should know."
I said waiting for his response as he put my luggage to the trunk.
"-Well, you will see on your own, that this school is a little bit different than any other you've been to so far. Here we have different rules, different relationships between teachers and rest of the stuff. You'll get used to it, I'm sure."
He said closing the trunk and opening the door for me as a gentelman.
"-But for now, we've gotta go back to the official language and behaviour, so. Miss Melinda, would you like to come inside of the limo, so I could safely drive you to your destination the Nobel Institute?"
I smiled at his knowing on the inside that this man will be the one of the closest people in this school and lightly nodded my head.
"-Of course Mr. Vincent, that would be very nice of you, thank you. But I'm looking forward to loose this stiffness a bit honestly."
I added getting into a car. He walked around it getting himself on the drivers place and started the engine looking in the mirror at me.
"-You may get some sleep, we have around two or three hours of driving, after we'll get there you'll have a whirlwind of emotions and actions, so you better be relaxed."
He said smiling causing me to smile back getting out me headphones and putting them into my ears. Maybe it would be good idea after all to come to this school. Well I guessed it was kind of too late to start wondering, I was already heading there. To my new home, to my new place on Earth.
