You Are My Compass

Chapter 1 - My Sticky Feet Won't Move

It's been mid-April when my dad told us about his decision to move to Korea. He was supposed to start working there on the 1st of July. My school ended mid-June, so for him it was convenient. For my mum too. For me and my twin brother not really. 
I had about 2 months to left to say goodbye to my friends and to wrap up with the school stuff. It was both enough and not. School was a minor problem. I was not an eamplary student, but I almost all of my grades were B's. I was okay with it. Everyone was. Middle school was not easy any more, especially a private one. Also, both my brother and I were about to turn 12 soon and slight traces of puberty could've been seen. He kinda lost interest  in learning, I didn't. I just focused on other things more. I loved to stay after school at our gym and practice dancing with my friends. 

My best friend Gina was a big fan of korean music. I wasn't, although I did enjoy some songs. One day after school she asked me if I could help her out with something. I said yes withouth thinking. I searched for every oportunity to make myself happy. And being with her made me happy. 

Last period- Arts. I loved arts so I wasn't rushing with my painting. Gina was rushing, though. I suppose it was because of that something I had to help her with. 

"It's almost 2 pm," she said joyfully. 

"Yeah, so? We have 15 more minutes," I replied.

" I know. I know. I can't wait. "

"Because of that senior dude you have a crush on? Come on, Gina. Get a grip, he's got a girlfriend."

"Like I care?," she chuckled. " He's bringing his friend too."

"Ou-kay", I raised my eyebrows. 

At 2: 10 pm the bell rang and we left our atelier.  I left my painting equipment in our club room and grabbed my backpack that I had previously left in my locker. Lucky for me, one of my clean T-shirts was inside the locker too. I changed my T-shirt. 

Gina was waiting for me in our school garden. 

"Finally! What took you so long?", she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. 

"Erm. I changed my T-shirt. I accidentally painted the other one. Are we finally going there?"

"Yes!" I'm so nervous."

I stopped for a second and Gina proceeded toward the gym. Suddenly my mind filled with all the good memories that I had collected while living here. I was both scared and nervous. Sad, too. From kindergarden till now, I couldn't remember one thing that made me really sad. A new life that was waiting for me was maybe a new opportunity. Or a trap. My mind was split. At times I couldn't wait to move to Korea. Sometimes I didn't want to and thought of maybe asking dad to let me live here. That's why I haven't told anyone. Since it was mid May, I thought Gina as my best friend deserved to know it first. 

"Yikes. I'm really moving to Korea," I mumbled, still standing where Gina had left me. 

"YOU'RE WHAT?", I heard a male voice behind me. 

"Did I say that out loud?," I nervously turned around. It was Mark. Blood hit into my head. 

He was standing there like a greek sculpture, looking at me and just blinking. I noticed his new black Vans. Just in plain black jeans and a white T-shirt he looked very nice. For the first time I felt a little nervous. He wasn't doing anything, though. His presence surprised me. I didn't expect for him to find out about me leaving like this. I also felt guilt. And sorry. 

"Yes, you did. Are you really moving to Korea? When? How? WHY?"

"Nice Vans." 

"Ina, stop. Why are you moving to Korea? Why do I not know of this?"