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"Are you excited?", your father asked as he served you dinner.

"Excited about what?", you questioned angrily as you played with your food.

"Excited about your new school honey.", your mother answered sweetly. "And... Please baby, stop playing with your food." Agh...Why does she always give me nicknames?

"I'm not playing with my food and, if for school you refer to that horrid jail..."

"Boarding school?", you mother interrupted, as always, with her "I'm sorry dear" voice.

"Yes, whatever.", you responded really annoyed, as if you were about to spit out your last words. "If for school you refer to that *boarding school*, yes; I'm *really* excited, you can't imagine how excited I am."

"Stop being sarcastic. Your mother was only asking because she cares a lot about you and she wants to know what you think, she doesn't deserve to be treated so badly.", you father said, almost shouting, as he gave you a long hard look.

"I'm not being sarcastic.", you replied, your voice sounded louder than intended.

"Don't raise your voice at me.", your father scolded you.

"Don't dare to tell me what to do!", you shrieked as you stood up and fled to your room.

"(y/n)! Come down right now!", your father screamed.

You slammed the door, threw yourself on your bed and started crying. You didn't want to attend a boarding school, no matter where it was or how it was; you didn't want to leave your friends and, very deep in your heart, you knew you didn't want to leave your parents neither.

You changed to your pijamas, brushed your teeth, combed your hair and went to sleep. You couldn't get a wink, you had many thoughts on mind. What worried you the most was not being well accepted at your new school. You flipped your phone out and started watching Hetalia, one of your favorite animes; soon you fell asleep.

The alarm clock rang at five thirty in the morning. You opened your eyes and woke up lazily. It took you more than 15 minutes to choose your clothes; you wanted to look flawless, you wanted to make a good first impression. You headed quickly to the kitchen, hoping your father wasn't there. Your breakfast was already set on the table; the sweet scent of belgian waffles covered with maple syrup flooded your nostrils. It's going to be a great day; all's well that ends well.

You stood up, grabbed your schoolbag and luggage and ran to the bus stop. You arrived just in time. Everybody gave you a desperate glare when you climbed the bus; it seemed that they have been waiting long for you. "I'm sorry.", you mumbled and lowered your head ashamed. Everybody decided to cross their arms and remain silent.

You started searching for a seat; you didn't want to sit alone, but it was obvious that no one wanted you near. Why are they so angry with me? Haven't they ever arrived late to a bus stop?

The boarding school was really really far. It took three hours to get there and, by the time the bus parked at the entrance, you had already listened twice to all your playlist.

You descended the bus with difficulty; your luggage was too heavy and nobody had offered to help you carry it. If everybody is going to act so rude to me, I prefer jail. My mother was right; this is quite a new experience, a new disappointing experience.

You could hardly get to the entry, but it was worth it; the view was amazing. In front of you a huge golden gate awaited to be opened, inside you could perceive a field of multicolor tulips surrounded by various architectonic marvels.

All of a sudden you heard horses coming and, as you turned around, you saw the golden gate opened to receive a carriage. A carriage? Why would anyone arrive in carriage to school?

You watched stupefact how the coachman went down, pulled the door and then a young man descended. You analysed him thoroughly; he looked like an aristocrat, a money needed one. His clothes, even though elegant, were old fashioned and worn-out, which made him seen filthy instead of wealthy. He didn't deceive you he was a farce and he knew it. He was a wannabe, an ackward Joseph Franz wannabe.

It took you some time to come back to reality, just in time to take the opportunity to enter the school while the gate was still open. As you slid inside, you realized the adventure had just begun.

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"Are you excited?", your father asked as he served you dinner.

"Excited about what?", you questioned angrily as you played with your food.

"Excited about your new school honey.", your mother answered sweetly. "And... Please baby, stop playing with your food." Agh...Why does she always give me nicknames?

"I'm not playing with my food and, if for school you refer to that horrid jail..."

"Boarding school?", you mother interrupted, as always, with her "I'm sorry dear" voice.

"Yes, whatever.", you responded really annoyed, as if you were about to spit out your last words. "If for school you refer to that *boarding school*, yes; I'm *really* excited, you can't imagine how excited I am."

"Stop being sarcastic. Your mother was only asking because she cares a lot about you and she wants to know what you think, she doesn't deserve to be treated so badly.", you father said, almost shouting, as he gave you a long hard look.

"I'm not being sarcastic.", you replied, your voice sounded louder than intended.

"Don't raise your voice at me.", your father scolded you.

"Don't dare to tell me what to do!", you shrieked as you stood up and fled to your room.

"(y/n)! Come down right now!", your father screamed.

You slammed the door, threw yourself on your bed and started crying. You didn't want to attend a boarding school, no matter where it was or how it was; you didn't want to leave your friends and, very deep in your heart, you knew you didn't want to leave your parents neither.

You changed to your pijamas, brushed your teeth, combed your hair and went to sleep. You couldn't get a wink, you had many thoughts on mind. What worried you the most was not being well accepted at your new school. You flipped your phone out and started watching Hetalia, one of your favorite animes; soon you fell asleep.

The alarm clock rang at five thirty in the morning. You opened your eyes and woke up lazily. It took you more than 15 minutes to choose your clothes; you wanted to look flawless, you wanted to make a good first impression. You headed quickly to the kitchen, hoping your father wasn't there. Your breakfast was already set on the table; the sweet scent of belgian waffles covered with maple syrup flooded your nostrils. It's going to be a great day; all's well that ends well.

You stood up, grabbed your schoolbag and luggage and ran to the bus stop. You arrived just in time. Everybody gave you a desperate glare when you climbed the bus; it seemed that they have been waiting long for you. "I'm sorry.", you mumbled and lowered your head ashamed. Everybody decided to cross their arms and remain silent.

You started searching for a seat; you didn't want to sit alone, but it was obvious that no one wanted you near. Why are they so angry with me? Haven't they ever arrived late to a bus stop?

The boarding school was really really far. It took three hours to get there and, by the time the bus parked at the entrance, you had already listened twice to all your playlist.

You descended the bus with difficulty; your luggage was too heavy and nobody had offered to help you carry it. If everybody is going to act so rude to me, I prefer jail. My mother was right; this is quite a new experience, a new disappointing experience.

You could hardly get to the entry, but it was worth it; the view was amazing. In front of you a huge golden gate awaited to be opened, inside you could perceive a field of multicolor tulips surrounded by various architectonic marvels.

All of a sudden you heard horses coming and, as you turned around, you saw the golden gate opened to receive a carriage. A carriage? Why would anyone arrive in carriage to school?

You watched stupefact how the coachman went down, pulled the door and then a young man descended. You analysed him thoroughly; he looked like an aristocrat, a money needed one. His clothes, even though elegant, were old fashioned and worn-out, which made him seen filthy instead of wealthy. He didn't deceive you he was a farce and he knew it. He was a wannabe, an ackward Joseph Franz wannabe.

It took you some time to come back to reality, just in time to take the opportunity to enter the school while the gate was still open. As you slid inside, you realized the adventure had just begun.