(Disclaimer: This story is NOT based off myself.)
I, Marina Lookline, have always been alone.
It's a rule I've always followed.
I was never touched, insulted or talked to, It was a good tactic for a while..
My father worked late.
My Mother stayed home entertaining her 'work' friends. I knew they were not just friends, I could tell it was more.
My father came home at 12:00 pm Ever weekday. On the weekends he would spend half of it in his office, I wasn't allowed In his study, or In his workplace. When it was career day I would always avoid it saying my parents didn't work, and my father was living off a trust-fund.
My hole life I was alone. I had 2 siblings that were never home and no relatives, It was just me and my mother with her boy-toys.
3 Days after my fathers big promotion, he decided we were leaving the states and moving to Europe. I was reluctant at first, but I had nothing here, no one to make me stay, no one that will miss me.
We lived In a big house filled with furniture, but I always thought it felt empty. With my brother and sister off at school, I never had anyone to play with or make messes.
In a few weeks we were all packed, ready to leave for the United Kingdom. My mother was excited, she liked British accents especially on men, it was her fetish. I was feeling as I always do, Insecure, awkward and a lot of anxiety.
I adapted to the customs quickly, I was fourteen and I guess you learn more as a kid. I didn't have to start school until 2 more weeks, we moved when it was summer break. Yet England wasn't as hot as America, though I wasn't expecting much of a weather difference. When it turned to fall it was very cold and that took me by surprise.
My school was a very posh school, Navy blue plaid skirts, White button up shirts and a generic red tie. 'Colonia High school' It was named after the principle back in 1976. James Colonia Burt, he left a big impact on the school, at least that's what I heard.
I was very anxious for the first day. A new school full of British people, who probably won't like me. So I thought a bit and asked myself.
"Do I want my time at school to be different then it was in America?" I contemplated this until the very first day. . .
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