The Calm

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I rang the doorbell, hoping that my mum is already back. I stood in front of the door nervously, waiting for somebody to open the door. I was wondering if she is going to tell me off 'cause I was "walking" for like an hour and a half. I waited for a minute then I rang the bell again and again loosing my patience. I wonder why is my mum still not back by now. Okay, I need to sneak inside the house somehow. I looked around and noticed an opened window on the first floor of our house. My mum forgot to close it again but right now it was helpful. I easily jumped inside the house through the opened window and closed it behind myself.

 I appeared in the living room and noticed that my phone that I forgot home was right where I left it, on the sofa ringing. I ran to it and accepted the call and turned on the camera. It was from my mum. I didn't know what to think. I didn't have the slightest idea why does she call me 'cause she doesn't usually do that.

"Karina, hi!" she said

"Hi, mum, what's up?" I signed, feeling that something happened.

"I just want to tell you that I'm going to be late tonight, because of my work."

"Okay," I signed, "but why?"

" I have a problem that I'm going to tel you about later, when I'll come back." She answered. Her voice was a bit nervous and I understood that it is going to be something important.

"Bye, Karina, I've got to go." My mum said after a little pause with sadness in her voice like she was about to cry.

"Bye..." I signed and hanged off.

* * *

I felt relieved but kind of terrified of what my mum said. She is going to tell me something important. But what? That's a good question. She doesn't really  talk to me about any "girly" stuff. She is a bit different to other moms. That  is what I like in her. Being unique.

I tried to calm down, thinking what am I going to do next. Our house is quite boring, we don't have that much tings to do. All what I can do is watch TV, pay computer or board games, or read books. We have a little library in our house. We have a room in our house with lots of bookshelves. My dad said it has about 5 hundred books in it. I quite like reading and I do a lot of it. In twelve years of my life I've read about 50 of those books.

Deep in my thought I literally forgot about everything. 

Soon I realized that I'm very tired. I didn't get much sleep last night 'cause I had a very bad headache. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep straight away. My thoughts were running around in my head even when I was asleep. I didn't really realized what was I thinking about. It felt like I was in my very own universe without any problems or worries. It felt very good...

* * *

"Karina, wake up" my mum said softly "You were sleeping for so long, what happened?" she asked

"Oh, um, I just didn't get much sleep last bight," I answered still a bit sleepy "what did you want to tell me when you called me on the phone?" I finally got up and sat on my bed looking at my mum. She put her hand at my shoulder and hugged me tightly. 

I felt her sadness, I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. It was a very peaceful feeling even though I felt fearful and anxious somewhere inside me. I've never felt something like that before. It was a new emotion for me. We were silent, enjoying this peacefulness for few minutes. Suddenly  my mum put her hands down destroying this special moment. She stared at my my face and spoke:  

"I want to tell you...I have some problems with my work...Basically we are going to move to another city." I didn't expect that. "I know that you don't want to move that it's better for you to stay here, but we don't have another choice. You will be strong, Karina, you will be strong...

* * *

I was crying. A lot. You might not know why but it is serious. The city that I was living in right now was the best place for people like me. We are going to move into another city and there I might not be able to be home schooled. If my mum will send me to a special school for people like me it's going to be a disaster. I've already experienced that. I got bullied. Physically and mentally. I don't want that to happen again but, how my mum said, we don't have another choice. I would have to deal with it...