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"I'm going through changes"

~Black Sabbath

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The sullen, green apple sat there on the smooth polished wood of the oak desk, drowning in its sorrow.

It didn't want to be eaten.

It had been making its great escape by rolling down the hill and into the river and had started to bob towards the sea when a hand encased it, deposited it into the pocket of its owner and lugged it to the warm house where it was delicately placed on a meticulously neat desk formed of the wood of one of its aunties. Aunty Oak.

Now it was sitting here on this flat surface of the varnished oak desk wondering what had gone wrong.

A hand reached towards it but it didn't notice until it felt the strong enamel of the girl's teeth puncture it's skin.

Suddenly it was just another apple, eaten by a girl called

"AMBER come to the living room, your father and I have an announcement"

"Coming Mum" I yelled back.

What was she calling me for this time? Surely I hadn't done anything wrong, or maybe I was given one of those drugs that makes people do whatever you tell them to do, or maybe, maybr I should stop there. There my imagination goes again, getting the better of me.

I trudged into the living room where my parents sat, looking very nervous.

My parents never look nervous.

It was a rare sight. It was like finding a penguin in the desert.

"Well?" I said "What's the announcement? "

"Well" my mother began "Your father and I have decided that though you know all there is too know in your subjects at school, you have not been exposed to other things in life. Sure you go to school and everything, but not once have we seen you bring home, mention, text, call or whatever it is that you young people do, a friend." she said.

"I agree with your mother Amber. We love you and we need you to realise that life is not just about working and success, but also about fun, friends, music, boys and what not. Life is not only about Mozart,  homework, competition and success." my father explained

"So we have come to the decision that you shall start year 11 at Scarlet Academy. Unlike the schools that you have attended in the past, Scarlet Academy is a mixed and private school."

My parents then looked at me as if I would protest.

I remained silent and waited for them to continue. When I remained normal and kept silent, they visibly relaxed and with revived confidence, carried on.

"The school has dorms, so you will be staying with the children of some friends of ours. You're leaving in 3 hours so that you can be there on time for the introduction evening, so I suggest that you go and start packing as soon as we finish our little chat"

My parents then went on to explain the details of my uniform, what to pack, and the school rules etc. Next they handed me the checklist full of the things I needed to pack.

I bolted up the stairs and into my room then I examined at the list.

It so happened that my parents had bought everything in advance so I already had my uniform and all.

I packed the items into my suitcase and brought out a new suitcase in which I threw some weekend clothing, pajamas, toiletries and articles like that along with my Teddy Bear and a few photos. Once I was done I checked the time. It had been two hours and thirty minutes since I left my parents downstairs. Grabbing the remaining half of my apple, I pulled out the checklist.

I decided to go over the list just in case I had missed out anything.

Everything was packed.

Dragging my two bags to the car, I bid my house goodbye. I was going to miss coming back here everyday to do my homework.

Stifling a tear, I got into the car and waved goodbye to nothing and nobody in particular.

I wasn't really antisocial, I just prefered solitude to dealing with the girls in my school. I was not particularly shy around some people, but as time went on, I became more comfortable around everyone else.

I had accounts on tumblr, twitter, and instagram and I had a few followers that where random people that I didn’t know.

Contrary to popular belief, I already knew how to deal with life as a teen, but this was an opportunity to further my experience; I wasn't just going to ignore it.

I guess I wouldn't miss this school.

The majority of the girls in my in my form and set were incompetents, incompetents of the dumb blonde oompa loompa variety.

This particular variety was of the worst kind. Skin with a sickly tangerine glow avec bleached blond hair that looked like hay.

I remember in one test a girl wrote that they speak Greekish in Greece- that was the best answer. Others included Greecian- pronounced 'Grie-she-an', Cyprian, Zeucian, Greekian.

Having one 'friend' meant that I wouldn't really miss anyone, and she was just someone I sat with when I wasn't in the library studying.

Huh.

Well what do you know? My parents were right; I am a loner. Unicorns save my soul.

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We arrived at the school and I hugged goodbye to my parents. I checked in at reception and went up to my dorm. Looks like I would have four other roommates.

Maybe they could be my friends.

Maybe even best friends.

Maybe I'll get to experience my first sleepover that isn't with Svetlana.

I felt a sting of sadness.

I can't think about or hear her name without feeling some sadness.

My mind clouded with questions.

Why did she leave? Why did she not say goodbye? Why did she not tell me? Did she not care? How is she? Why did-

So many questions without lacking answers.

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