The White rose prophecy

chapter 6

I went to the Ministry of the Interior and the British Embassy in Israel and there is no archive of any document, as if I came from another planet and I do not even have a trace of my past and that's how it was for three years entire years.

And in the end I decided after three years I told myself, I'm going to study in the country where I was brought from London, I have British citizenship, I told my parents that I was moving to England to study accounting. Of course, they were happy but very worried and worried was justified, I'm not going to just to study and to work there, my first goal is to look for my biological family and where I came from.
I studied at "Chenson", "Chenson" University, located in London , England, is the oldest university in the English-speaking world. who does not know the well-known university. I studied for four years. I lived in the campus dormitories not far from the university. The English language was not foreign to me. We used to speak half Hebrew and half English. , We left England when I was five, but I did not let it put me down and think about why I left, I was focused on a goal, Connect people, to learn to succeed, and look for my parents. The beginning was always hard Studies were intensive but as always I was diligent , as in high school the social problem always was the kind of obstacle I did not feel belonged to, but then something changed I knew my roommate Camille Andreas the amazing girl with With laughter rolling, and curls-ups I quickly realized that we had many things in the partnerships, Like Humor and social exclusion, similar to what I went through in high school She was just like me in different colors, and on my first day at university, I met John. He sat in the front row, and I sat down next to him because all the places were occupied, and And I was not ashamed, I reach out my hand and said "hey! , my name is Melanie Johnson" he waved his hand slowly with a shy smile and flushed cheeks and replied," Hey, my name is John Carey, "a blond guy with dreamy blue eyes dressed as well as I did, smiled back at him and said nice to meet you. The lecturer entered the class and began the class

During the lesson, I noticed that every second he looked at me, not with those nasty, perverted glances, those little glances with his eyes moving them back down,

I felt a bit embarrassed I'm not used to such things, I thought I might be smeared with pen ink on my face, or maybe a pimple on my forehead? I did not understand what he wanted and then I looked at him as soon as the professor turned to the board and without shame, I whispered quietly to John, Is everything okay? He replied "No!" "I thought I might have something on my face ?" He replied, startled, "Not really!" , He started to stammer um .. I just thought to myself that you are nice, finally someone is saying hello to me in this place since I came here all with themselves and do not relate to each other,

"And I thought to myself, maybe you'll be my friend for Studies and His cheeks were red. I smiled back at him and I replied yes! of course", and my first thought did not seem to mean that he meant it. He seemed hesitant and spoke quietly, which I hardly heard but did not give much thought to.

Well, this is my first day, I do not know anyone here. So I thought to say hello, I thought to myself not that I'm such a social activist, but it 's a good start to try to connect with other people and that' s how we got together. I was a group of classmates. We were like the band of musketeers. It's great that I have people to connect with them and feel that this word belongs to, going with me for years. As for my biological family, I have lost hope since the age of fifteenI lost hope Since the age of fifteen I went to search for them and there is no information or history, I put it aside or rather suppressed I did not tell my friends my story is so unrealistic and illogical I prefer to stay this way with the normal life I have without a story about What a girl abandoned in a cradle of straw and white cloths When I think about it I have shivers I prefer to repress as if this story was not. During my stay in England I felt something different every place or every corner that I used to go around whether it was studying or sitting in the library or just sitting for coffee, I felt like a shadow behind every time I tried to see if I was imagining and hallucinating it was more than just a feeling Something must have gone wrong with my mad imagination.