Everlasting

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1. Resurface

It was a cold bright winter morning, and all I could remember was feeling numb, which was weird. California barely gets this cold.

Being able to fit into a completely quiet town would be a difficult thing for me, but I know things would be different this time. In my old city, things were awful.

It was time to resurface. To become a new person. New identity, new town, new school, everything seemed almost... new.

I loved that feeling.

I throw myself out of the car in a rush to get inside the new house, barely escaping the freezing weather that nipped at my nose and fingertips.

The house wasn't much better either. It was almost about as cold as it was outside, due to lack of heat.

But I didn't mind much at all. Seatlle had worse. And the weather here must have been twenty to thirty  degrees.

I reminded myself that if I distract myself I wont feel cold. But it was honestly the worst advice ever, considering reminding yourself not to think about it makes you think about it even more.

But I don't mind. My mother cranked up the heat and shivered, the end of her nose and her cheeks a prominent red.

I laughed.

"Rudolph- I mean mom," I tease. "Can I go up and unpack?" She laughed at the teasing and rolled her eyes jokingly.

"Yeah, fine by me." She leads me up the hard wood honey colored steps and shows me to a nice pale blue colored room with yellow accents.

The room was already set up, with a yellow dresser, a blue vanity, and the rest was way too girly for my style.

I smiled angelically at my mom, knowing that if I was unappreciative, she would be angry. I was the reason we moved, we payed all the money my mother couldn't afford, and that we had to start all over was for me.

And I loved my mom to pieces for that.

I unpack for what feels like years, and finally when I finish, I unpacking, I set off to go find an adventure, to look around- to explore.

The town seemed amazing, and I wanted to get to know the streets before anything else, so I know where I'm going in the future. I drive around, and end up driving to High Wood Hills High School.

It was a normal school, but empty due to the fact that today was sunday. I felt like home, and my chest hurt, due to lack of farmiliarity with the city, and the state itself.

I felt like taking a long walk, so I left my car, took my keys, and took off running into the field.

At first I wondered if the school had any fields, but I saw a nice big one, at the edge of the thick woods.

I walked for miles down the streets wondering until I landed at the High Wood diner, in desperate need of a warm cup of coffee. Especially in the freezing weather. I wrap my khamar (head wrap) around tighter desperately in need of warmth. I enter the diner with a giant smile.

I sat down and ordered a warm French vanilla coffee. The waitress was not shy of her disgust towards me. I swear I heard her mumble: "Stupid Muslim"

My heart sank. I didn't realize the possibility of racist people being in town. I look away and rub my hands against the warm mug and gulp down the sweet liquid caffeine.

As soon as every drop is gone I leave the money on the table and leave feeling like an out-cast, but some what empowered. I could do this.

Who am I to let a biased woman phase me?