So in 2019, I moved to Sweden.It was quite sudden actually. My father came back from a business trip and said ” We are moving to Helsingborg”. So there we were packing and selling. Soon the moving truck came and took all our stuff to the boats. We would see all our belongings again in 8 weeks. 7 weeks later we arrived in Sweden. We booked a hotel and we started renovation on the house. It needed a lot of renovation. We needed to tear out all the wallpaper, repaint, re putty all the nooks and crannies.
The boats were late so we stayed in the hotel for another week. My cousins took it upon themselves to search the neighborhood. I helped my Aunt and Uncle with the house. It was nearing the end of summer and school was to start. I was getting nervous because well, new school, new people, new....everything. I still don’t know why we came to Sweden in the first place. Since the horrible chapter of my life had finally come to an end, I decided to start fresh, I would forget about my past and move on. I would not tell anybody about it. I would become very distant about my past. I usually have a hard time closing off my past so it would be a challenge for me. Well that did not work. The very first day of school I probably told someone and within a week…give or take, the whole school knew. I mean the WHOLE school. The school is small only 800 people so.... you can imagine the amount of people I got following me to my classes. I got a lot of attention in the next few weeks. I will admit I kind of liked it. I never got attention at home any more because everything was about my cousins. I understood why but it got rather lonely. So I dug into this attention, and I answered all the questions to the best of my ability.
Then I got so tired of people constantly asking me to repeat that night so I shut everybody out. It was just like my old school. So I started hanging out with people who were not very....... well nvrmd. Any way, 1 year past and soon two years past. Then I met someone. SHe changed my life completely. SHe was just like me. going through a very similar situation at home. My Aunt and Uncle had stopped talking to me, They started not trusting me. My cousins picked up the nickname “PusLady” for me. My whole life was falling apart.... Again for the third time. But whenever I was with her I felt safe.
Next time: ........No Idea:
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