chapter 1: a new way of life

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My name is isabelle and im 15 years old. I just moved from australia to live in canada with my dad, because my mum has died due to brain cancer a week ago.

It has been a very tough trip, i had to pack my bags ,and leave all my memories with my mum . I was lost sad but furious at the same time. What have i done to deserve this ?

My dad was waiting for me at the airport. I was wearing baggy pant and a sweater, and my hair was pulled up in a messy bun. When i saw my dad i couldnt hold back my tears, I ran up to him, hugged him and let all my tears drop on his shirt. He started crying too, and i felt his warm tears fall on my shoulders too.

He then took me to his car and we drove home without a word

When we arrived, he showed me my room and helped me unpack my bags, i then took a shower and crawled into bed. I fell asleep pretty fast knowing that tomorrow is going to be my first day of high school, in a knew school ..

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