Love is an amazing and easy thing. When you're confident and likeable, and know all the right things to say.
How about...
When you're insecure?
The new girl in a totally new environment?
Know absolutely NOTHING about love?
That just makes it harder...
So a few weeks had passed, we had finally finished unpacking and were finishing decorating parts of the house- I mean, I never really missed home but i was kinda struggling to find comfort and normality in my new home.
The summer holidays were coming to an end.
I would start at the new school in a few days, and honestly I was unusually looking forward to it and meeting people after being just with my mom for a very long 3 weeks. Unlike the UK, there was no uniform or such, just casual clothes with a pretty decent dress code. I was all ready for school, as ready as I was 2 weeks ago, sick of the quiet and serenity in the new house.
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The first day of school...
So today was finally the first day of school, and God forbid, I was so ready, and pleaded to God that my "confidence" for the rest of the day. At least.
The subjects I had chosen were Art, Photography and Religious Education, aside from the compulsory subjects that were English, Maths and Combined Science and History. My first lesson was Photography, my favourite. The teacher was called Miss Ophelia and she honestly was pretty cool, and introduced me to the class, which was a tad awkward;
"Listen, guys. Just a heads up, hope you guys have brought in the homework and also, there is a new student who's transferred from the UK, so be cool."
Pretty much the whole class was generally nice and quiet, as you do, and I didn't really mind, as when I'm doing my photography, I generally vibe out, and 'do my thing'. Miss Ophelia wanted to see some of my personal work, So I went into the Red Room alone, to get on with presenting my past work as I was quite behind than the rest of the class, and-
"Your work is really good. Like, really good."
I swivelled round to see a boy leaning over me, untamed curls shielding his eyes, as he stared intently at my work...
he was the boy.
The boy I was sure i had seen a few weeks ago, and left me somewhat compelled to find out who he was.
