„Hey, my name is Sofia. I'm 17 years old and I'm from Germany." I repeated over and over in my head. Yet the only thing that came out was "Hey, I'm Sofia." And even that I said in a freaking shaky voice. I wasn't introverted or anything but talking in front of your new class always seemed to be difficult and nerve wrecking. But with my friends I was the most outgoing person ever. Yet I was alone in a country I had never been to before. I was living at my sisters house because she was the only relative I still had, which I actually liked.

My mom was still in Germany where I had lived my whole life but she insisted to choose her boyfriend over her own children so I had enough of her and her selfishness and decided to leave her behind. It may seem rude to you now because she's my mother and I am supposed to love her no matter what, but if you were in my shoes and had gone through what I have been through because of your mom, you would most likely choose to do the same.

But now away from the depressing family theme and back to the actual story.

I stood in front of my new class, still. Shaking with nervousness until my teacher finally pointed to the empty seat I was supposed to spend my next two years in. It was right next to the window in the right back of the classroom. There was only one seat behind mine, yet it was empty, so I didn't really care about it.