How's Life? Changeabel!

Prologue------Plane

I don’t know what’s going on. Honestly, I don’t care. Watching the houses became smaller and snaller through the plane window, I could feel my still icy heart.

Just two months ago, I was that happy 5th grader who loved to laugh. Loved to love. Now I was sitting on the uncomfortable airplane chair, not knowing what to feel. The comparision just made everything worse.

Family. Friends. Faces of everyone I knew, everyone love, started to pop up in my head. Their faces were then fading, no matter how hard I tried to hold it. They were like heavy boxes that were falling deeper and deeper into the dark hole in my heart. I didn’t know they would ever land. Because I didn’t know if there was a land.

Eyes squeezed shut, I forced myself not to cry. That was difficult----unlike all those heroes, I was a weakling. A crybaby.

America. The name of the country sounded mysterious and yet familiar. Of course,it would. I almost let out a deep chuckle. America, a country I was about to study at. Far away from my home. And I guessed, I would have to be strong, yet alone. Just like a lonely wolf howling into the sky, but couldn’t see the bright yellow moon haning in the dark sky, only those blurry gray clouds.

My name was Annabel Chan. Now I was writing this story for all international students in America, who were living in a host-family or trying to call their parents. Because I was one of the billiona of them. And I knew, I might be one of the lucky ones.