My New Life

Chapter 1 (The Beginning)

This is the story of my new life in England from the beginning. Here is a little background information about me: I was bullied all throughout elementary and Jr. High not to mention most of high school, my mother and father didn't care for me as much as they should, my father even disowned me! After having suicidal thoughts I convinced my mom to let me apply for a spot in the foreign exchange program. I finally got accepted and now the story begins.

"Here I go..." These words will be the last I ever speak in America. I was going to live in England for the school for my senior year. I was supposed to live in a boarding house with other exchange students and have my own flat. (That's apartment in Britain.) I looked behind me to see my father waving goodbye and my mother in tears as she watches her youngest leave. (I don't even know why they cared, they ignored me most of my life.) Then boarding the plane I realized how much my life would change.

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After the flight I got off the plane and found my luggage, a woman (possibly late twenties) was holding a sign that said, "Charity Darling?" I ran up to her, and before I could even say anything she started talking. "Welcome to England!" She said while sounding half annoyed by my very presence. "We will go to the home and you will live on the top floor. Here is your flat key, and there will be a binder with instructions on the kitchen counter. Now! Hurry along before our cab leaves!" She then got on the phone and started rambling about her 'Boy-Toy.' I can already tell she won’t spend that much attention on me. When we got to the flat I set my stuff on the couch and just gasped in awe at how fancy it was.

"You mess this apartment up and I will make you pay for EVERYTHING!" The 'Woman' said. I finally got the hint that she was my so called "guardian." I think she already fails at that job. But I don't know why she yelled as a warning? I had literally been in the room for five seconds and she already hates me! Still don't know why though. Almost instantly after that she left (and hoping will never come back!)

I suddenly remembered how she said there would be a binder with instructions. The first page of the binder almost made me want to cry. It said I had to start school the NEXT day! I don't even know where school is! Luckily it had the school's dress code, bus route, and bus pass to get there. There was a good part of living here already; I have my own living space with no bothers, and three hundred pounds (money) for “living supplies.” I will love this. The rest of the night I unpacked and went to hang up every One Direction poster I brought with me.

~Next Day~

I got into my first class... Everybody kept staring at me like I was a bear or something. This girl in the fanciest outfit came in and glared at me. "You're in my seat. Get out." Mr. Brown told me earlier than there was no arranged seating. I could see that look in that girl's eyes; it was the look of a popular person. She had about five girls’ dressed alike standing behind her. She had a posse. I quickly got up and then my teacher pulled me up to the front of the room.

"Welcome Class!" Mr. Brown said. (He is my Geography teacher.) "We would like to welcome our foreign student, Charity. She has come all the way from America just to come to school here." I could already hear everybody whispering... I knew this was the beginning of a horrible year.

 Class finally got over and yet I still have five more to go to. "Well look who it is. It's the chubby American. Are you guys whores like everyone says you are?" The most popular girl Jennifer just called me out and everyone is watching. I don't know how she thought I was a whore; I was wearing quite ugly clothes. But she pulled the sass out of me. "Are you going to say anything, slut?" She demanded.

"Yes. I. Am. And I have a question for you too. Are Britts self centered and desperate as the whole world thinks they are? Or is that just you?" I feel awesome just because of that comeback.