Fake friends

Chapter 1

I am Madison and I am 21 years old. I have experienced many things in my life. Fun stuff and less fun. The worst part of my life started when I was 14. When I had to leave the beautiful Spain for the work of my father and had to go and live in London. But that was just the beginning. This is my story:

  I was 14 years old. I lived in Madrid,  in the beautiful warm Spain. I had all dear friends and girlfriends. We often went to the beach. A beautiful blue sea where the wind blew gently through my hair and my feet in the soft, white sand.  

I was new in Londen. We were just moved. I, my mom and my dad. From Spain to England. I was far away from my friends. I missed them verry mutch. I had no new friends.  I didn't want  move to London but it had to be for the work of my father. '  You will find new friends. ' my mother said. I wanted, in any case, not from Spain. If I had any friends or no friends I wanted not from Spain. London was a beautiful, busy citty. I wanted to London for a holiday but live, forget it! 

The first weeks in Londen were nice and I enjoyed it. But when I turn on the thought came that I would stay here forever and so no longer would go back to Spain, was at one time that holiday feeling away. I realized that this it is the shit to be part of my life and that I would as soon as I was old enough, I immediately would go back to Spain. I have never felt like living in London. I mean London can I find fun but my home is Spain and not London. I have a lot more missed it when I was in London then enjoyed. That was because I'm suddenly in a different country was going to live and because I met a girl that I thought she was my girlfriend until I really learn to know her. But I'll tell you later. With my parents, I was sitting in the car on our way to my new home. Because I'm in the airplane couldn't really sleep so I did that in the car. My father had gotten a car of his new work in London in which we so by London drove to the new House. I had the House itself have not seen. My parents had the House, of course, be seen because they have also rebuilt and redecorated the House. Although I so totally don't want to live there I was wondering how the House looked like. After 15 minutes by London drive I woke up. I noticed to my father that he had to get used to driving because he now had to drive on the left instead of the right. At one point we drove through one of the streets of London with large, detached houses on the edge of a forest. ' This is our street. "said my father. ' There were beautiful large houses. When we were almost at the end of the street my father stopped the car. ' Here it is. "he said. The car was stopped for a nice big classic House with a large garden. There was a large distance between our House and that of the neighbours. I stood there with my parents for that big house with the thought that I now live here. I found the House very nice but it just felt not like a House. My father did the front door open. We came in by a large hall. My father told me where my room was and I walked in there with my luggage. My room was very nice. It looked like Spain. on one of the walls hung wallpaper with the lovely Spanish beach where I was going with my friends. There were my beautiful white furniture from my previous room and the floor was a nice light kind of wood. It gave me a beach feeling and reminded me of the previous House in Spain. There was also a beautiful big mirror with light. Although my new room seemed very on the beautiful Spain, wanted to feel like this was my house but do not come. I thought of my friends, the city, the neighborhood, the nature and the beautiful beach. That I had to miss all that. There were many differences between England and Spain. So I went with my parents at my new school look. It looked very different from in Spain. It looked old and as a prison. Which is also very very get used was is that I no longer could speak my language but sometimes only still at home. At school I had to also speak fluent English. I could be English but not fluent. Nothing knowing I went the first day to school in the hope that nothing should go wrong and I would make new friends quickly. Here I ate at school in the lunch break. I tried to make a good impression on my new class. I didn't know what to expect. In a group with Djamilla bitchgirls sat. They did, however, just nice to me but it felt rather uncomfortable because I did not know them really well and they me. I also knew not so good how I properly in the Group had to are. I did my best. Djamilla came at me sitting at lunch. She was very nice and a good classmate. There were exchanged phone numbers with me so we could reach each other.