Falling
Chapter 2
Song for the chapter: Bastille - Pompeii
(3 DAYS LATER)
So it had been 3 days since we arrived in England. What can I say?
Basically all I did the last days was unpacking or I think I should better say, that I was trying to unpack. I always ended up simply just laying on my bed and staring out the window. The weather had been really British. It rained all day and we were not allowed to see even just a little bit of the sky because it was hidden behind dark grey clouds the whole time.
I was skyping with some of my friends, basically all telling me, that they were already missing me like hell. I felt uncomfortable because I did not know what to say to make them or me feel better. I also could not stop myself from thinking that they were actually pretty selfish, since I was the one that were in a new country with absolutely no friends and people to talk to.
My sister locked herself up in her room, being all dramatically like she nearly always is. Since her new room is now door to door to mine, lucky me was allowed to listen to Birdys`”Skinny love” for the whole weekend. Even my yelling at her and threatening that I will come inside and throw her laptop out of the window did not made her stop.
My new room was a little bit bigger than my old one, but I had more the feeling beeing in a hotel room than in my own. I used to have a lot of posters and pictures on my walls, but here I was staring at plain white ones.
So my weekend had been such a blessing and it was so much fun like a senior tea-dance-party. Normally I would have been to my dancing class to train with them for the championships just getting my head and my body to what is happening on the dance floor. I would have slept in till 12 o`clock and met some friends after that. I already miss these days.
But I should also mention that not all about this was bad. I found myself surprised that I really liked the British air, it seemed to be so much more fresh and you had the feeling that you could breathe really freely. And then I get a great chance to get better with my English.
And like my best friend in Germany said : “British accents on boys are really sexy!” I had to laugh so hard on it because it was typically that she was just thinking about boys. God, I really do not know how to live without her and these comments. But I guess I have to find a way.
(MONDAY MORNING)
“You really do not want to eat anything at all?”, my mum asks the like thousands time. I shake my head. I could barely get my coffee down and if you know me even just a little bit you know that I am addicted to coffee. I am like a sleepwalker without any caffeine in my blood circle.
But right now all I feel like is sick. Mostly because I am so nervous. Changes always makes me feel like this. I simply hate them and I always get the feeling of being lost. I do not know what I should expect and so I can not get prepared for it.
My sister decided to stop being angry and be all communicating with us again. She is nervous just like me, but she seems to be able to handle the whole situation a lot better. I really admire her for that talent and the confidence and trust that everything can just be amazing.
She is trying to drink coffee, even though we all know, that she does not like it all, but tried to be “cool” and grown up. I can just simply shake my head over that.
My mum pleased us by driving us to our new school even though it was not necessary because for the first time since we arrived the sun shines a little bit. I enjoy the warm rays on my face. My mum wishes us good luck and a great day. I doubt it will be.
We cleared all the facts yesterday, so that I already know right now what classes I have today.
The school is kind of pretty and really old, so it has the charm of an old boarding school.
I walk to my classroom just to realize that I am really early, since only a few students already have been taken their seats. I do not know what to say, so all I am doing is walking to the front row sitting down on a chair and pulling out my mobile phone and send some randomly messages to my friends, waiting for the teacher to arrive. Of course I can hear the mumbling back in the room from the students wondering were I come from. Happily school is starting a month later in England, so I am allowed to start with the whole class right from the start and not in the middle of the school year.
Someone sits next to me, but I still do not know what to say so I keep pretending to write some really important texts. Until the person beside me starts to clear his throat:
“Hey. You are a new face to me and believe me I know really every face at this school!” he said excitd.
I look up into a blonde guys face with a thick, dark black glasses. He smiles at me and shows his toothpaste white teeth.
“Just got shipper over here from Germany”, I answered. He giggles even though my answer is not really funny. “That sounds really exciting. I never really got out of England at all because my grandma is even afraid of public buses!” he says excited. “ I am Simon by the way.” I give him a big smile because I am so happy he started talking to me. “I am Clary. Really nice to meet you, Simon.”
“Just listen to your beautiful accent”, he says. I have to smile and laugh. He is so excited about everything, like our whole talk is such an adventure to him. “I can show you around if you like too. You just have to say yes because I promise you can not find anyone else that knows more about this school and its students than me. I am your man!” I have to smile again and nod. “Sounds great.” Before he could start talking again, he is interrupted by the teacher that just comes in.
(IN THE EVENING)
I am chilling in my pyjamas on my bed right now. The day has not turned out to be as horrible as I thought it would be.
It turned out that Simon is really the best guy to be shown around by. He knows every name of every student and he can tell you who had something with who for the last two years. He is so giggly and lovely, that I felt really comfortable around him from the first second. He is into the other sex, which was really clear after he told me which are the guys that are more his sort of taste. At least I know now, which guys are gay or straight! (really important fact to know, I guess)
People starred at us, but I was not sure, if they were starring at me because I am the “new one” or at Simon who is walking like he is going on fluffy white clouds. I was really glad that I found someone who was talking to me and Simon really did most of the talking part.
In my English class we were asked to do a presentation about “Spring awakening”, which is actually a German play I already read in my 9th grade, so I was really relieved. We were put into groups, so a girl introduced herself as Taylor “TayTay” Harrington joined Simon and me to do build a small group.
She suggested that we could go to a bakery and cafe after school tomorrow, so we could start to work on it. She seemed to be nice, even though I did not really know what to talk with her about, but I hoped that we have some more things to talk about tomorrow.
I feel a lot better now than this morning because at least I know now what to expect from tomorrow. All I am going to do now is having diner, have a nice hot shower and go to bed. Probably my life here does not have to be as bad as I thought.
(3 DAYS LATER)
So it had been 3 days since we arrived in England. What can I say?
Basically all I did the last days was unpacking or I think I should better say, that I was trying to unpack. I always ended up simply just laying on my bed and staring out the window. The weather had been really British. It rained all day and we were not allowed to see even just a little bit of the sky because it was hidden behind dark grey clouds the whole time.
I was skyping with some of my friends, basically all telling me, that they were already missing me like hell. I felt uncomfortable because I did not know what to say to make them or me feel better. I also could not stop myself from thinking that they were actually pretty selfish, since I was the one that were in a new country with absolutely no friends and people to talk to.
My sister locked herself up in her room, being all dramatically like she nearly always is. Since her new room is now door to door to mine, lucky me was allowed to listen to Birdys`”Skinny love” for the whole weekend. Even my yelling at her and threatening that I will come inside and throw her laptop out of the window did not made her stop.
My new room was a little bit bigger than my old one, but I had more the feeling beeing in a hotel room than in my own. I used to have a lot of posters and pictures on my walls, but here I was staring at plain white ones.
So my weekend had been such a blessing and it was so much fun like a senior tea-dance-party. Normally I would have been to my dancing class to train with them for the championships just getting my head and my body to what is happening on the dance floor. I would have slept in till 12 o`clock and met some friends after that. I already miss these days.
But I should also mention that not all about this was bad. I found myself surprised that I really liked the British air, it seemed to be so much more fresh and you had the feeling that you could breathe really freely. And then I get a great chance to get better with my English.
And like my best friend in Germany said : “British accents on boys are really sexy!” I had to laugh so hard on it because it was typically that she was just thinking about boys. God, I really do not know how to live without her and these comments. But I guess I have to find a way.
(MONDAY MORNING)
“You really do not want to eat anything at all?”, my mum asks the like thousands time. I shake my head. I could barely get my coffee down and if you know me even just a little bit you know that I am addicted to coffee. I am like a sleepwalker without any caffeine in my blood circle.
But right now all I feel like is sick. Mostly because I am so nervous. Changes always makes me feel like this. I simply hate them and I always get the feeling of being lost. I do not know what I should expect and so I can not get prepared for it.
My sister decided to stop being angry and be all communicating with us again. She is nervous just like me, but she seems to be able to handle the whole situation a lot better. I really admire her for that talent and the confidence and trust that everything can just be amazing.
She is trying to drink coffee, even though we all know, that she does not like it all, but tried to be “cool” and grown up. I can just simply shake my head over that.
My mum pleased us by driving us to our new school even though it was not necessary because for the first time since we arrived the sun shines a little bit. I enjoy the warm rays on my face. My mum wishes us good luck and a great day. I doubt it will be.
We cleared all the facts yesterday, so that I already know right now what classes I have today.
The school is kind of pretty and really old, so it has the charm of an old boarding school.
I walk to my classroom just to realize that I am really early, since only a few students already have been taken their seats. I do not know what to say, so all I am doing is walking to the front row sitting down on a chair and pulling out my mobile phone and send some randomly messages to my friends, waiting for the teacher to arrive. Of course I can hear the mumbling back in the room from the students wondering were I come from. Happily school is starting a month later in England, so I am allowed to start with the whole class right from the start and not in the middle of the school year.
Someone sits next to me, but I still do not know what to say so I keep pretending to write some really important texts. Until the person beside me starts to clear his throat:
“Hey. You are a new face to me and believe me I know really every face at this school!” he said excitd.
I look up into a blonde guys face with a thick, dark black glasses. He smiles at me and shows his toothpaste white teeth.
“Just got shipper over here from Germany”, I answered. He giggles even though my answer is not really funny. “That sounds really exciting. I never really got out of England at all because my grandma is even afraid of public buses!” he says excited. “ I am Simon by the way.” I give him a big smile because I am so happy he started talking to me. “I am Clary. Really nice to meet you, Simon.”
“Just listen to your beautiful accent”, he says. I have to smile and laugh. He is so excited about everything, like our whole talk is such an adventure to him. “I can show you around if you like too. You just have to say yes because I promise you can not find anyone else that knows more about this school and its students than me. I am your man!” I have to smile again and nod. “Sounds great.” Before he could start talking again, he is interrupted by the teacher that just comes in.
(IN THE EVENING)
I am chilling in my pyjamas on my bed right now. The day has not turned out to be as horrible as I thought it would be.
It turned out that Simon is really the best guy to be shown around by. He knows every name of every student and he can tell you who had something with who for the last two years. He is so giggly and lovely, that I felt really comfortable around him from the first second. He is into the other sex, which was really clear after he told me which are the guys that are more his sort of taste. At least I know now, which guys are gay or straight! (really important fact to know, I guess)
People starred at us, but I was not sure, if they were starring at me because I am the “new one” or at Simon who is walking like he is going on fluffy white clouds. I was really glad that I found someone who was talking to me and Simon really did most of the talking part.
In my English class we were asked to do a presentation about “Spring awakening”, which is actually a German play I already read in my 9th grade, so I was really relieved. We were put into groups, so a girl introduced herself as Taylor “TayTay” Harrington joined Simon and me to do build a small group.
She suggested that we could go to a bakery and cafe after school tomorrow, so we could start to work on it. She seemed to be nice, even though I did not really know what to talk with her about, but I hoped that we have some more things to talk about tomorrow.
I feel a lot better now than this morning because at least I know now what to expect from tomorrow. All I am going to do now is having diner, have a nice hot shower and go to bed. Probably my life here does not have to be as bad as I thought.
Notes
Finished writing in the car today. :))What do you guys think?!
Next chapter will include the first Harry meetup!
@Aylin.
lol
12/18/13