Unsatisfied waiting. I'm constantly waiting, and this time it's for the courier van to bring the last of our things. Irrelevant things. However I do enjoy sitting in the window seat, sun coming through the glass and onto my face the warmth radiating. I heard my Mothers shrill voice ring out through the house announcing dinner was ready. I dragged myself to the Dining Room and sat myself down opposite my Father who had already began his plate of steak and chips with a side of original Greek yogurt, which was always a must have in my household due to coming from a partially Greek family.
At the dinner table my parents began to interrogate me and tried to encourage me to make new friends and not shy away. Let me tell you this now, Marina Diamandis does not make conversation with anyone and is always alone. I prefer my own company to the company of others, its relatively sophisticated and means I don't have to explain anything I point out or create in my head. Which is always a bonus. Meanwhile, my parents are constantly attempting to break this boundary, and many others.
I think I recluse myself from the world to get to the top, I'm striving for excellence, I'm not satisfied to be educated, work in a mundane job and then I'll die. That's not something worth being excited for, however now I'm in LA this may change, but only maybe.
After the gruelling task of sitting in the same room as both of my parents who are too cheery for their own good I went and locked myself in my own room, I got to choose all the paintwork and the furniture for my new room so I couldn't complain towards my new haven.. Dark red walls, with white stripes running through each slice of wallpaper, a gigantic queen size bed and a number of cream and white furniture pieces, medieval style lighting. You could say I'm not one of your typical teenagers who all went for lava lamps and brightly coloured metallic walls with pictures of my favourite 'boybands' and various other artists collaborating on my walls. I prefer a simplistic approach to tasks, the final outcome is generally nicer. I began to unpack the last of my things and came to the realization that none of my clothes were really suitable for LA, in London you don't really get a summer, maybe two days in June but that's really it. So I placed it in the back of my head to actually go out and do some shopping for some new garments. Whilst rummaging through the clothes I brought with me my fingers found a piece of silky material, upon further inspection I realised that it was a tie with a crest on it. My old, school tie. Which brought my mind back to the daunting proposition of school. The fact I can't hide under home schooling anymore because my parent don't have the time anymore. I wasn't always homeschooled, for 13 years of my education I was thrust into private school. Which was horrible, however I should be grateful my parents were fortunate enough to send me to an all girls school on Baker Street.
Yep, not grateful at all.
So in my last year I decided to revoke myself to home schooling, my father mainly taught me everything I needed to know and my mother took charge in the more practical subjects such as; the arts. It means that I did get a lot of weird looks though, questioning as to where I suddenly disappeared to after one summer and if I was ever coming back. But I wasn't ever willing to go back there. Unfortunately though, in America I finish high school at 18 which means I have to stay on for another two years which is draining. I'm just praying that nobody notices me and I can be invisible for two years, that sounds like the perfect schooling era in my eyes.
Whilst locked in my own little bubble I came back to reality and realized that the sun had began to set, so I decided, fuck it I'm going out. I'm going to go search for the entertainment in this town, because right now I'm feeling dull, dreary and disappointed. I grabbed the bottle under my bed and quickly downed half the bottle for Dutch courage. Then replaced it and walked out of my bedroom door,
"Mum, Dad.. I'm going out to go soak up some, views" I shouted hesitantly cringing at my reasoning.
"Alright" they both chorused in unison, creepily. And with that I waltzed out of the door not knowing who or what I was going to be faced with that night.
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