Impossible

1.Evans

I missed England. I missed London,breakfast at Starbucks in the morning, hot chocolate in the afternoonwhile outside it was raining and the rain was the soundtrack forthose sad, dark days. I missed the school, the friends I had met andwho I still talked with, luckily. I missed my cousin, Rose,who I usedto spen the whole day with and who I had shared the room for anentire year with. I missed my cousin Caleb, my auntie Meredith and myuncle Adam. I missed everything about the life I had lived fromAugust till the Semptember of the next year, when I came back home.

When I came back there weren't theusual happy parents because their daughter was coming back from anyear spent in Europe.

All in all, i hadn't missed NY somuch.

Maybe the temperatures weren't sodifferent, in NY it often rains, too (not as in California forexample), and I could have breakfast at Sturbucks every morning anddrink hot chocolate. Maybe it was just my family the one thing Ihadn't missed or the life I had in New York before I left, the strictrules I had to follow and my parents shouting when I did somethingwrong.

In London everything was different andI would have lived there for who knows how long, even my whole lifeif I could. People were different there, too and also the fact thateveryone already knows who I am here: the tipic good girl whorespects the rules, with a brother anyone would be proud of and withtwo strict, rich and often absent parents.

In England, for the first two weeksI've been the new girl who comes from Upper East Side, then I wasonly Faith. Not Faith Elizabeth Paige, as my parents called me whenthey were really angry. Just Faith, the nice and gentle girl whocomes from a good part of NY. And I liked it, I liked the englishFaith because for the first time in my whole life I could be myself,without parents watching me to check if I did something wrong,without relatives ready to judge me. No important dinners, noinvitation to any particular party. I had left the élite ofManhattan to spend a year in the most absolute calm.

My uncle and my aunt were different,maybe because they didn't think about being rich or maybe bacause myuncle Adam had married a normal english woman and then decided tolive in England because he had too many memories in the States.Anyway, it's been a different year. Maybe too different. I feltdifferent, I felt that this year in NY was not going to be as theprevious ones.

The door of my bedroom opened and mybrother Isaac's curly blond head got out of it.

"Are you awaken?" he asked me.

"Well... I have my eyes open..." Ianswered, with the usual sarcastic tone. Rose used so often sarcasmthat she had contaged me. It was bad, my parents defined it asimpolite, and, yes it was. I hated sarchastic people but sometimes iwas one of them.

"I don't wanna be late the first dayof school" he said, serious.

"I would get ready, if only you gotout of here!" I continued with the same acid tone. Strange, 'causeI didn't even have my period. What made me nervous was having comeback home. Being a delusion for my family didn't help me keep calm.

Isaac shut the door, I could hear hissteps in the corridor and then going downstairs.

I got up from my bed and fastly sortedmy bed's covers, it was an habit for me, I did it since I was six.

I went to my closet and took somesimple but comfortable clothes, wore them and then I took someballerinas. I made my hair straight. When I was ready, I took mybackpack and went downstairs. I got into the kitchen and noticed thewhole family sitting at the table having breakfast. They hadn'tprobably heard me come in 'cause they were still talking, the threeof them.

"I knew it was too soon, she isn't atIsaac's levels yet, he's much more intelligent and likes studyingmore than her" my father was saying, obviously.

"It went like that, we need to acceptit" my mother said.

"Okay, but did we really have to makeher go to the South?" my dad was almost screaming. It wasn't thefirst time I saw him this angry but i had never deluded him thatmuch. I could still remember the sad grey in his green eyes I hadhinerited. I could still feel his cutting voice.

"It's the closest school to home, ithas quite good teachers, not as in the others and, next, there shecan do the exams to enter at North" my mum continued. She was muchcalmer. Delused, sure, but she wasn't as angry as only Joseph Evanscould.

"She'll be the only one, those otherguys can't even try to enter at North" added Isaac, giggling.

I coughed, clearly fed up with thattalking, apparently about the fact that I had been unable to getthrough an exam to enter a stupid, expensive school for spoilt teens.Because North was just that: a place for raccomandates, yes, it letyou get in the best college, but it was only formed by stupid guys,the one more vain than the other. And I wasn't like that. I wasn't asmy brother and alL the other students.

"Oh, good morning, darling", my momsaid. She made a small smile, even I couldn't do such fake smiles.

"Hi",Ii wispered. I got to thetable but didn't sit down. I looked at the enormous quantity of foodMarion had prepared for the "big day" but didn't touch anything.

My dad didn't tell me anything, butthis didn't surprised me and a "sorry" wouldn't have solvedanything between the two of us.

"Today you should be wearing the sameuniform as your brother's", he made me notice, without even lookingat me.

Am i really so horrible?

At North they used uniforms. Bluetrousers for the boys, skirt for the girls; white shirt with a redand yellow tie and the jacket blue as the trousers.

"Actually these clothes are reallycomfortable" I replied.

"Faith it's late" my mother made menotice. "You'd better go to school, wouldn't you? You don't wannabe late, do you?"

I nodded, took an apple from the fruitbasket and then got out. My parent's villa was quite big and I'vebeen living there since I was born, it was in one of the richestareas of Manhattan, even though a bit far from the citycentre.Actually South wasn't as close as my mum said, it was on the otherside of the city, so I had to take a bus to get there on time. Or ataxi, or something like that.

There wasn't even Henry, our chaffeur.It was his free day and anyway I would have never called him just for a stupid lift.