Changing tides

Every things changed from the perfect paradise I once had.

So your wondering, right, what is this girls problem? Well I’ll tell you what my problem is. I get bullied, I don’t understand half of the things people say, I have virtually no friends and my mum is on the run from the immigration officers.

Yes you guessed it I’m not from here. The UK isn’t my original birth place. I was born in Croatia the capital Zagreb I live with my dad and five brothers, twins Franjo and Toma, Pavo, Petar and Jozo. Our mum is hiding out somewhere because her visa is invalid. But we cope. My name is Nada Radiº I am of 14 years although I don’t look it. My face is long and lost and my eyes are faded from the years. I don’t look like my cheery optimistic self I was two years ago.

Don’t get me wrong Glasgow is a nice place with good shops but Croatia its much nicer.

So you want to know what happened all those years ago well here it is.

Two years ago…

I was in my house, my paradise, watching television when my mum came in, flustered, happy, ready for adventure. “ a business we’re going to set up a business!” my mum gasped but my dad looked confused “ a business with who? who’s we?” .

Rolling her eyes my mum replied “ me and Julie a cake business,… in Scotland.”

“wow” said Toma, one of the youngest, “ Scotland …. ‘ere’s ‘at?”

“Scotland ?!” my dad interjected “ whoa whoa hold on that’s like over a thousand Miles away !?” his voice now exasperated and angry he fell to a chair “ okay” he breathed “ do you have any hard facts ? Do you know how big a jump this is from the bakers? Know what I don’t care you book the tickets you bring the money do it your self”

“fine I will” my mum stormed out the house locking us in.

I was so confused why my dad didn’t like the idea. I thought it was wonderful, a whole new country with new experiences. Maybe I could help with making the cakes? Now? Now I know why he was sceptical . The next week we went to Zagreb Airport and caught the next flight to Glasgow, Prestwick.

On the plane my dad lent over to my ear and said “ I didn’t think she would do it you know.”

“how not ?” I quizzed

“ well your mum usually cant cope with things on her own she is dependant on other people I … I guess I didn’t believe in her.”

“ perhaps she had help from Julie?” I kept my voice down as Julie was right behind me on the squishy low cost airline seats that make your behind all numb.

“perhaps…” he trailed off as mum walked past us in the isle not giving us second glance. She hadn’t spoken to us the whole journey but finally she said “ see I can do things myself!”

“ yes but you got help from Julie” said my brother Petar, totally unaware of the situation, “ even dad thinks so”

My mum looked unsurprised “ I don’t blame him Petar … it’s the truth” then she walked back to her seat leaving the rest of us silent the whole plane journey.

When we finally landed in Prestwick dad was sleeping so I gently shook his shoulders, startling him, therefore waking him up. We walked out the plane hand luggage gripped tightly waiting to see what awaited us.

“ugh” moaned Jozo “ rain … but it’s the height of summer?!”

“what did you expect” a old lady retorted in a strange accent that I could barely make out. This was going to be harder than I thought I can only just understand English never mind English with a funny accent attached!

“this is Scotland dear. We never get the good weather” the old lady sighed.

“what did she say dad?” I asked

“not to sure myself angel” he replied.

　

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