it's not that easy

Ailene moves from Ireland to England because of her father's job. In the beginning she scared and lonely, and if that's not bad enough she's also bullied for bien 'different'. What does it take to give Ailene's happy life back?


1. we're moving

'Ailene, come down, I need to tell you something.' My dad shouted from downstairs. I put my guitar on my bed and walked down and to the livingroom. 'What do you want to talk about?' 'My boss just called me...We need to move.' My eyes widened. 'Move? Why?' 'Because I for my job, I need to go to England for a three or more.' 'To England?! We need to go to another country?!' 'C'mon Ailene, it's not that far away.' I rubbed my face. 'But I need to leave everything behind: my school, my friends, my family.' 'I have no choice, and I can't leave you behind.' I knew that I couldn't change this, I needed to go. At moments like this there was only one place I could go, and that place was my friend Alana's house. 

She greeted me with the usual hug. 'ailene, how a-. Are you ok?' She asked as she saw my worried face. 'I...I...I need to move, we're moving to England...' ' can't leave...Are you going to come back?' 'My father told me it's for three years or longer.' 'That's a long time.' 


that's a long time


Only a week later we left. I gave my friends a final, hug, I remebered how my heart broke as a saw Alana crying, and she wasn't the only one crying. My father bought a small house on London. It was the cheapest he could find, two rooms and a bathroom, a small livingroom with a kitchen, and that's it. But that wasn't what made me upset, it was the fact I was somewhere els, a place I didn't know, so busy, with so many buildings and so many people. Is there no nature here? I thought by myself. I needed to go to a new school and that scared me the most. 'You will be fine.' My father said, you don't need to worry.' I would never talk back to my father, he was a brave man, he took care of my mother when she was sick and when she died he still had the strengt to perfectly take care of me. No one could say anything bad about me father. 


I walked into my room, it had blue walls, a bed, a desk and a window, very different to my room back in Ireland. My room used to be filled with a lot of stuff like my guitar, my books and magazines, some posters and some of my mom's stuff. This room felt so cold, and I already felt lonely. 'Do you like it?' I didn't noticed my dad standing at the door. I turned around and tried to act like I did liked it. 'Yeah...I'm going to get my stuff.' 


Even when evrything was in his place there was still a hole, it would never be the same, I knew that. Maybe I just had to get used to it. Three years...I can do that.

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