It all started like a normal day. I wake up in my room, laying on my giant, red, comfortable bed. It's a brand new day. It's a brand new year! New for me at least.
I just moved last week from Norway to America to take high school here. It's probably been two months since school started, since its late November. Everyone must already be settled in. Except for me, because I haven't even been inside the school yet.
I'm not really planning on making any friends here. After high school, I'm just gonna go back to Norway to do college. I'm just here because this is what my dad wanted me to do. And since I could already speak enough English to hold a basic conversation, we decided on America.
I get up from off my bed and put on my glasses. I grab my hairbrush and brush through my long, blonde hair. Once that is done, I head to my dresser to get my hoodie. As I go to open the dresser I see a note on top.
Kjære Skyler,
Jeg har gått ut for å jobbe tidlig, jeg håper du ikke har noe imot. Jeg kommer ikke tilbake til 6.
Jeg elsker deg, pappa
Of course. Oh well, I'll be fine on my own. Besides, I'm gonna be at school for six hours. I crumple up the note and toss it in the trash. I then grab my warm-red "sweet tea" hoodie from my dresser. I proceed to get dressed then make my way downstairs to my kitchen.
I need breakfast, and I need to pack a lunch. I grab some bread and put it in the toaster. As I wait for that, I get my backbag ready. I throw my binder, my pencil case, and my sketchbook all in and zip it up.
All of a sudden there is a pop from the kitchen. I rush over and grab my toast. I pop the toast in my mouth and grab my backbag. I then slide my feet into my fur boots. I'm ready to go. And just like that, I'm on my way to school. I head out the door and make my way downtown.
