Well, we basically got here three months ago, in December. Since then I only know two of my Cello classmates, they're very nice, they're siblings and the younger is becoming like a really close friend, she's one of the best persons I know here.
After a while, the music school opened for the new scholar year and that kind of things, so I started going every morning to study a bit with my friend Angela. after that I'd go home eat and sleep a bit, sometimes. My days were totally okay and school wasn't starting until a few weeks later so I was good.
Most of the time we liked to talk, even if she was twenty years old, we had a very similar point of view, we had the same thoughts of a lot of things and we also liked a similar type of music.
At home, we were figuring out how to live with my dad again because he lived and worked for seven years in a city that was on the other side of the country. I hated that he was still out of order, he was still always working or sleeping and he didn't even help us to order everything from the movement.
The good thing was that the little town was safe and I had my untouchable freedom. Every day I walked, to wherever I was going, thinking about stupid shit, memorizing the streets.
I wondered what the teenagers (like normal ones) were doing. Then I remembered that I thought sleeping was wasting time and they don't think the same.
A lovely town, until the first day of school.
What was I thinking? This is hell...
-First day of school!- My dad yelled as I woke up like a vampire from its sarcophagus or something like that
-Morning honey- My mom said as I went to the bathroom
-Morning- I said with a hoarse voice, as every morning, but this one was especially terrifying
It was a Friday, weird day to start school, Right? Well, the explanation is pretty simple, Wage Strike.
-Today the teachers are making their fifth day of Strike, Miss, When are you going back to work?- the guy on the news asked a teacher, there were some songs they made against the president, I drunk a bit of coffee
-I'm not teaching until I'm sure that I have money- I rolled my eyes taking the TV remote control and changing the channel
-They are stupid, they will lose more money than the one they'll get- I said and my mom nodded
-That's what they don't understand, dress up, you have to go anyways, it's just one class- she said and I got up from the sofa
-Fine- I said and she laughed
After breakfast and dressing up, I went to school, I was new so my mom went with me just to see that I was ok. It wasn't really "starting school" it was just going to check things, like my classes, my teachers, and that stuff. They told me that I had geography first, I felt like I was lost, really lost. I went to the classroom and there were three boys and a girl, she came next to me to talk a bit and she was nice.
-Hi, I heard you're new- she said in a sweet voice, everyone seemed on a higher year than me
-Uh, Yeah, and Hi- I said scared and she smiled
-I'm Anne, Nice to meet you- she said and I smiled a little bit
-I'm Amanda but you can call me Amy- I said -And nice to meet you too.
Move On to find out who they are, AA.
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Moving On
Подростковая литератураAmy, it's just another troubled teenager, but she is actually different from anyone, in her new town in her new school, even in her new orchestra. At first, she only wanted to fit in, but she realized that it was almost impossible, because she is ve...
