New school, new friends and a new life. I just wanted to puke. I moved from London and out from the action. My dad had gotten a new job in a factory and I had nothing to say about it.
"You know we have to earn money, so that you can get everything you want."
I looked coldly at Dad.
"I want to stay. Couldn't you pay for that?"
He sighed and took in the last box in the car.
"We're going to Ireland and you have nothing to say."
I was angry and I felt my whole body just wanted to die.
"Can't we move to Africa? There they kills some white girls." I said cool. "I can even think of Russia, where you can't even buy food. But Ireland?"
Mom made sure I got in the car.
"Think about it as a new opportunity."
Mullingar was named the city or perhaps the village that we were going to live in. I hadn't even heard of the city before and I had no idea of how the house looked like. I just knew that my dad had gotten a job by his old job. He had climbed the ladder and he was about to become president or something like that. I couldn't bother, because I left everything I loved behind me.
"We have to call each other every day." Sandy said to me but I knew that the friendship would fizzle out. I knew that everyone would forget about me and I'd be a lonely sixteen year old girl. I would certainly end up outside the new class and no one would bother about me. The only thing I wanted to do was to buy clothes, to be on the top places and be seen. In Ireland, no one would see me and they certainly had no clothing stores that suited my taste.
I got a bedroom on the second floor. We lived in a sleepy street and I saw only old people walk past our house. I hated the house right away and I hated the truth, it was my home. Mom tried to get me to change my mind and she spoke about the fact that the school had a good reputation. I got my school uniform and I hated it instantly. It was blue and I didn't eve n fit in that colour.
"Think of it as a transition." Mom said. "Soon you will still move away from home?"
"I'm going to move to London and live there. I don't want to fucking live on a small island with green things."
"It's called four-leaf clover."
I still didn't like green.
The neighbours came over and welcomed us. Mom was thrilled when their daughter was the same age as me.
"That's good? Then you can be friend with Ella?"
I looked at her, from the bottom up. I realized right away that we had nothing in common. She had dull hair, glasses, plain, boring clothes, and she wasn't even pretty.
"Come on." Mom said and gave me a knowing look. "You have to try!"
I gulped and looked at Ella.
"Hi my name's Emma."
She seemed just as unsure as I was.
"Hi!" She said dry and I realized that we didn't liked each other. "Glad you moved here?"
I couldn't even answer that.