New city, new people, new things, new life. Every teens think that's must be fun but trust me if you had to move in every third or fourth month you would not be that happy and excited. Excitement turned into nervousness by every moving, my happy face became a burned out, bored kid's face. How many cities and still didn't find my place, maybe that was the greatest sadness in that whole lifestyle. My father was a business man, that was the reason why we had to travel that much. He always said his family the first even I saw him only at midnight when he came home from the work. My mother was only another young lady who chose her husband by the thickness of the wallet. Another perfect illusion of the families in the USA.
I was 19 and the studying was really hard next to the moving. I loved learning new things and my other weakness was animals. We couldn't have a dog or any cats, hamsters because mom was really sick when she had fur near to her. The only memory and happiness what I had during the long ways was my little parrots, Dolfie and Monty. They were the only friends who stayed.
The imagine of the new school didn't even make me excited. It was natural like breathing. The school was a big light yellow building all around green grass and trees with benches under them. Some of the students were outside with books in their hands. The atmosphere got suddenly quiet when they noticed the strange black car what was mine. I got out from it and sank the key into the pocket of my jeans. I looked around and fixed my glasses with my fingers as I slowly made my way to the entrance of the school. I felt their eyes locked at me. 'The new boy'. That feeling was kinda different now. I thought I used to this but now everything was different, begin with the air. I took a deep breath with closed eyes and let it out till I grabbed the door. I gently pushed it and saw a big, light hallway with lockers and students all around. I know the whole story, first I had to go to the office so I got a locker, time table, books, papers and other documents. I watched the clean, shiny ground what suddenly looked like marble in the sunshine. The sound of my shoes on it made me smile and started walking faster. Everything looked so elegant, like it was not even a school for teenagers. Laughing, talking, music everywhere. That was the only experience what was that close to be perfect. I saw a long staircase made of glass. My jaw dropped as I stepped on it and walked upstairs where the offices were. Girls waved towards me with smiles and playful chuckles as they continued talking about me behind my back. I just smiled and shook my head and threw my bag over my shoulder.
The offices were in the other part of the school where everything was quiet since it was near to the library. I decided my next stop will be the library but I already grabbed the documents from my bag and knocked on the big, dark brown wooden door. I waited there calmly and patiently till I heard a deep voice from inside. "Come in!" As I heard it I opened the door and saw the comfy little room with book cases, pictures and lots of papers. "Ah, Mr Miller! Am I right?" The black, bald man said and fixed his red tie and shirt as he offered his hand for a shake for me. I shook his hand and nodded. "Yes Sir, Jesse Miller." I said with a smile as he pointed at the leather couch. I sat down and put my documents at his desk to finally make everything official. He grabbed a pen and put another one infront of me as he started talking with me about my previous schools, my grades and my behavior. I was the first in the class always. Luckily my memory was good and sometimes learning was only reading for me. I read a part once and learnt it already. My parents always knew I could have a successful career once I finished school and get a degree. They always imagined me as a doctor or a lawyer but I was never sure I want a job like this even I never told this to them. Being a good boy was always a hard position. Hard to gets it and hard to keep it. But I know nothing bad could happen to me in a school like this.
