Cold wind began to blow to my skin. I shivered. Ah! I hate the cold weather. It so so so different from Malaysia, a warm and peaceful country.
"Izza.. Izza.." I heard my mom call me from downstairs.
"Yes mom.." I replied.
"Are you done yet...? You don't want to be late for your first day of school right..?"
Ah! Crap. I quickly wore my new school uniform. "In a minute mom..." I grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs.
"Done!"
My mom eyes became wide as she saw me. "Izza.. Can you please be more neat...?"
"Hehe.." I just smiled.
"Quick. Your father is waiting outside." My mom said before she went to the kitchen.
"Breakfast....?"
"You already late Izza."
"But mom......"
She take 5 riceballs and put it in a paperbag before giving it to me. "Eat it on the way okay?"
"Thanks mom..." I hug her. My mom just gave a warm smile.
Before going to school, I kiss my mom's hand. "Bye mom.." I waved at her before entering my father's car.
~Although it is hard.. I just have to bear it ~
Would I be able to adapt to the new school? I have no friend there. Would they accept me? A new transfer from Malaysia. A new outsider. I know that it is an international school but... I am so afraid. I am nobody in here.
"We already here" My father said, ending my imagination.
I looked at the school from the window. "Wow~" I was amazed by the structures of the building. Awesome!
"You seem to like it Izza"
"Dad... Is this really my new school..? I mean.. It is just so amazing."
"Of course Izza. Let get out now okay? We already late." My father opened the door.
"Okay dad." I said happily. Forgetting the things that have been making me frustrated.
~ Will I be able to survive in this Wonderful School? ~
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