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"Hey, John! Wake up, we’re almost there!" my little brother is shouting at me with that annoying voice, he always has to wake me up like that; Loudly and every single time vexing me like it was the end of the world. Actually it is the end of the world - for me. My father’s job allows promotions to extremely far places. Though with extremely high wages. . . I had to leave my old school, friends and classmates, even my fresh girlfriend I had to leave behind, all that in just one week. Well actually we did not even have the time to get involved properly, so I am not very emotionally sad, but.
The airhostess presents herself from behind the curtain and grants us some pleasuring information; "Dinner is soon to be served - here on first class we will offer you sliced, crisproasted pork meat in a sweet-and-sour sauce with rice, and if asked for, chopsticks." Her voice was a typical stewardess’ voice, tender and nice, just perfect.
When we finally arrive at this godforsaken place I see that it is not godforsaken at all, just smaller. Smaller than the city where I came from, where I had my first birthday-party and where I got my first kiss. A small tear is introducing itself in my left eye, a fifty-fifty tear between sadness and happiness; sadness because of leaving my friends behind, and happiness of knowing that I will get over it - eventually.
Back to the not-godforsaken place I see a cab awaiting us by the main entrance, in ten minutes we are reaching our destination.
Our gigantic detached house is a modern one, well designed and with a beautiful garden. Behind the house there is a pond, in it we find fish in all shapes and colours. My room is in the basement, I guess it is about twenty-five square meters, it is empty now but my father relates me that I can fit it out with whatever I want, within forty thousand. Suddenly my sorrow is shrinking considerably. . .
The hour is late, it is time to test-sleep my new apartment. Tomorrow school awaits me with a bunch of new pupils who all of them I am going to get to know - eventually.
"John! It’s almost time to go to school, it’s your first day, remember?" my mother whispers. I moan tired, but before I turn around to the other side of the bed she has tossed me out of bed, impudent!
I am entering the classroom, orange-painted walls with matching red edges is all I can notice from the room’s interior before the schoolmistress calls on me.
"Hello there. . . " she awaits my arrival; "Why don’t you tell us your name, Mr. ?" "It’s J - John Thomas!" all these eyes looking in my direction almost make me forget. The first lesson is English. . .
In the recess, three of the class’ nine boys gather around me, the other ones right next to us.
I pluck up courage and I ask the guys what their names are. I hear "James" from a small redhead, "Guy" from a big masculine guy, and "Peter" from a dude my size, normal.
"What are you interested in?" the small one asks rapidly, "Well. . . I like gunfiring, especially with shotguns. . . Ehh, audio and image, I just love reading magazines referring to that subject, and of course, I have just started playing guitar. Et vous?" Suddenly there are no guys standing next to me but question marks. So I am referring to the French and translating to them: " "Et vous" means "and you" "
Now they are with me again and they are telling me the amazing facts: The guys are practicing shooting twice a week, have incredibly interesting home cinema systems and have their own band!
"Well that’s great!!" I confide them. . .
In the recess after mathematics, the next lesson, a beautiful girl confronts me; "Hi, my name is Jeanine. I heard that there was a new boy commencing my parallel class. And I - had a hunch. . ."
I was lost but finally it hit me what was going on, and exclaimed "Hunch?"
"Yes, I’ll tell you. . . If you come to The Golden Angel tomorrow night - is that a date?" she asks certainly.
"Absolutely!" I answer bewildered.
When I come home I tell my parents about the day’s events, of course not about Jeanine. They become relieved, because I’m taking this whole thing so easy and have already made friends.
I go down to my room thinking that I was lucky, it was not as hard as I assumed.
Perhaps to be continued sometimes?
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