GoToQuiz Academy.
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Chapter One: Joining My New School!
Thoughts of this school kept pondering through my mind, like how the train was rushing along the tracks in a rhythmic tempo. My foot patted along on the velvet carpeting, enough to make a little tune with the sounds around me. It was enough to let go of that ecstasy that was inside of me, I was traveling around after all and being transferred to a new school, with a fresh new start. Thousands and miles away from home, I could easily develop a sickening case of home sickness which I deeply sorrowed to catch. Just thinking about revisiting my town gave me a bit of retrospective tingling to my polished toes. My whole new journey was wrapped up in an elegant piece of fine mail, with golden hedges and well-thought calligraphy in the name of my household. The plastic wrinkled and rubbed against my skin when I teared it open, my mother and my father and even my sister sitting around the table, consuming the meal my mother prepared and glancing at me like I had won a big-time shot in Hollywood. A large folded paper was rewarded into my hands, and I unfolded with an important message to me. Scanning down the page, my body grooved into a tiny anticipated dance that was thought of on the spot. My invitation to GoToQuiz Academy was just a mere complimentary on my academics at my former school and my convenient and handy work on the creative fine arts. My mother clasped her hands around my inferior ones and her unconditional smile and talk was full of proud delivery, "This is so important to you, and I know you have worked hard for it." And my father had chuckled a prominent laugh, one that was hearty and bold, one that was a sense of approval. And my sister, well, she plucked green peas at me which was the approval to wash my hair.
Weeks went by and me and my mother got ready, with the traditional shopping and preparation and time-consuming yapping. By Friday, my luggage was full like Josh Feuerstein on cheeseburgers and my room was clean like a linen prude, no lint appreciated. The mirror was a bit dusty, so I wiped my salvation substance to clear it and my appearance was revealed upon my eyes. My plain hair was cut and ombre-dyed like I had wished, but my mother had protested but finally gave in. My brown eyes look still and muddy and my pale skin had some tan to it, but not enough to really be fair. I was the clone of my mother, except she hated hipsters and Tumblr. I wasn't best friends with beauty, but my sister was and she had inherited that bonanza from our very mother. But our dad's eyes had casted his magic onto her too with her sappy, guilt-giving marinal blue eyes to buy her Oreos every day.
During the next few minutes, I had rushed down my neighborhood to visit my school colleagues or friends or even best friends that I had developed at my school, which was called Browngrell High. We gave our shedded tears, our good moments in memorabilia, our small teases, hopes of connecting while a far and I had heard my own family becking for me and I had turned around, with one revolting step to turn around and cling onto the ground, to even chain myself to the house. But it was time for a change, a change that would resurface my life. Boring Browngrell wouldn't do this, but the lively Sweden would. Well, lively isn't in the middle of no where, but it thrives in the school I hope.
Shoving my luggage in our automobile and driving off to the nearest airport, I clasped to my invitation envelope and laid my head on the cold window. Even if the tiny bumps had slid it off a bit, I had felt a quick sensation of comfortable assurance, that I could adjust to anything.
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