Is it true Love?

So that I don't get directly into the focus of the blasphemy, I have chosen a relatively neutral outfit. I wear a burgundy knitted sweater with dark gray, faded jeans and a pair of simple sneakers from Vans . I wear my long, light brown hair down so that it falls over my shoulders in silky waves. I also made the traces of my sleepless nights disappear on my face with a little make-up and mascara. With the long, curved eyelashes, my blue eyes look bigger and not as dull as usual. I look okay, far from attractive, but okay."Isabelle, come on at last!"In the meantime, my mom's voice has increased in volume, which means I can hear that certain undertone that is no contradiction. So I quickly make my way to the first floor, almost tripping over my own feet. But she's right, I should hurry up. My new fellow sufferers will whisper about me even more if I'm late on my first day. People can be so cruel.When I finally enter the kitchen, my brother is already crouching

“We haven't left Dad behind at all. We took him here ... "Then he points with his forefinger at his chest, exactly where his heart is, which in turn almost melts mine. And again he is absolutely right. My father always will be with me no matter where i live, he will never leave me."You have to give it all a chance, Ella," continues my brother before turning into a small side street. "Be a little more open to something new, then you will definitely like it here quickly. Besides, Mom and I are always for you there, you know that. "I am about to reply that I know that very well and that I will make an effort when I suddenly see the outline of the school from afar. The sight of the ever-approaching, huge building makes me immediately forget the emotional conversation about our move. Where I was just numb from deep sadness, I now feel this irrepressible excitement again, which makes my heart race. But I have no way of worrying about my cramped stomach any longer, be

In the corridor we then walk through, there are wooden doors lined up on both sides. Each of them is embedded in an imposing arch made of further marble decorations. Except for the boards with the numbers of the classrooms, which are placed at eye level next to the door arches, nothing in this building is really reminiscent of a school. It might as well be a magic castle - Mr. Potter, I'm coming.I am completely out of breath when Ms. Schwarz finally stops in front of the last door of the endless hall. With her usual smile, she knocks twice and then adjusts her blouse with skillful movements. It's probably an act of habit, because without waiting for an answer, she suddenly walks into the room.I, however, wait a moment and count to three inwardly before I finally follow her and hesitantly look up. And immediately my heart slips into my pants.Dozens of pairs of eyes are focused on me alone. I feel the insistent glances on my body, feel how I blush from now on.

"No, seriously," Kat continues, pulling me with her, further and further towards the hall. "That was Nina Martens. She's probably the bitch of the class. If you know her for a long time, you get along quite well with her Sure, but she can get pretty beastly. Especially with strangers she is always a bit ... well, takes getting used to. " She shrugs apologetically and leads me down the stairs to the first floor. I've just been here with Frau Schwarz, and the door we're headed for also looks familiar to me. We're on our way to the courtyard.The warmer rays of the sun settle down on my face so that I can briefly forget the argument from before. A sweetish scent of spring rises in my nose, and to inhale it is almost intoxicating. Kat led me to a cozy spot in the shade of the trees, and the two stones that rise up next to two huge, flowering willows are made to relax on.Almost at the same time we sit down, which makes us both laugh. Only now can I muster the necessary con

Suddenly my eyes get wet, so I have to turn my gaze to the window so Kat can't see her. What a horror scenario to cry in front of a classmate on the first day of school. I thought my overused tear glands were sealed after moving. What a delusion."Hey", Kat whispers to me, however, and slides into the chair next to me in one smooth movement. She carefully places a hand on my back, stroking up and down as if that would wipe all worries away from me is it going? "Her soft voice echoes in the high walls of the room and is deafening. Inconspicuously, I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater. Try to make the sadness disappear on my face. With a fake smile I finally turn back to Kat, who then examines me and sighs when she discovers the mock serenity on my face."It's okay," I lie with a shrug and underline my words with an appropriate, waving gesture. "I was just thinking about moving. Can't quite realize all of this yet."The black-haired girl opens her