Teenage Relocation Tales

I thought that moving meant a fresh start but whilst I stood there in my empty bedroom, it didn’t feel that way, nothing felt right. Actually it felt the opposite, everything was wrong. The walls are too white, the shutters are dusty, and the floor boards creak LOUDLY. It just doesn’t feel like my room. Mum said that it will feel like home soon, but it just feels strange because it is so empty, and dark with the night sky.  I keep looking at the boxes around my room filled with toys that I don’t even play with anymore hoping that they will tell me what to do, but even they look lost. Out of place.

In one week I start school. A new school, with new people. I hung my new uniform up on the back of my door. I stood staring at it imagining what school would be like. What will other people think of me? What if I say the wrong thing? Everyone will know that I’m not from here.

My dad says that this change is good, but change feels like being dropped into a story halfway through not knowing what has happened so far and not knowing the ending. I feel like the ugly duckling when he first hatched, but I’m already hatched just in a new, unfamiliar environment.