I hate it here. I really, really do. I want to go back to Hamburg. I want to go back home to Germany. I want to be able to go and visit my Großmutter in Vöcklabruck, Austria, every weekend. I want to see my Vater every three days, my Vater who lives in Berlin. I want to go skiing in the Swiss Alps in the winter, and go sunbathing on the golden sand of Côte d’Argent, which is my favorite beach in France, in the summer. I don’t want to live in big city America.
“Alvie! Time to get up!” my Mutter yelled from the kitchen. I’m fluent in English but I don’t speak it that often, and I don’t plan to either.
I claw my way out of my makeshift bed and slowly walk over to my suitcase. I cannot wait for our stuff to get here. I’m tired of sleeping on the floor and living out of my suitcase. Once I make it over to my suitcase I pull out a black long-sleeved shirt that said, ‘Leben zu wieder sterben’ or in English, ‘Live to die again’. I put on dark purple skinny jeans, and black combat boots with dark purple laces. I brush out my extremely dark, curly, long brown hair, before I braid it in a cross between a Dutch Side Braid and a Waterfall Braid over my left shoulder.
I trudge out of my room and into the bathroom across the hallway. In the bathroom I brush my teeth before I take out my contacts. I’ve decided not to wear them anymore and pull on my thin, plastic, black, rectangle, glasses. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m nothing special, but I do consider myself lucky. Never have I once had a pimple, or zit, or blackhead, my eyes are two different colors my right eye is a dark violet and my left eye is a dark blue. I call my right eye Vater and my left eye Mutter, because my father has dark violet eyes and my mother has dark blue eyes. I shake my head and walked out of the small bathroom.
“Guten Morgen Mutter.” I said as I walked into the small kitchen in our New York flat.
“English Alvie.” She said shaking her head.
“Nein.” I said giving her a deadpanned look.
“Fine, fine.” She gave up. “I’m going to drive you to school before I go to work.”
“Ordung.” I replied opening the cupboard and pulled out a pop tart. “Jeder gute?” I asked.
“No clue. We needed something easy to eat, so I got them.” I shrugged and opened the shinny package.
“Was ist heute?” I asked Mutter chewing on what I guess to be a strawberry pop tart. Not too bad, for something American.
Mutter gave me a smile pulling out a small box. “April 1st.” She said. “Happy birthday!” She handed the box to me.
I opened the small box only to see the new purple MP3 player I wanted. “Danke Mutter!” I said tearing up. “Danke.”
“No, no. It was the least I could do seeing as I dragged you halfway across the world.” She said. “I already downloaded all of your favorite songs.”
I looked through the songs already programed into the MP3. My eyes suddenly stopped on the song Vienna Calling by Falco. I instantly started plying it.
“Alvie, let’s go.” Mutter said walking out the front door. I grabbed my bag that was covered in German flags and ran out the door after her.
