A new life in a new city
Gwen's POV
I let out a deep sigh as the millionths tree passes my car window. This ride had been going on for hours and I was starting to get bored. We have to move again. This sentence was the only thing that had accompanied my mind the last few hours. Your Dad got a better Job offer in Yokohama. Money is tight and we barely have any savings left you have to understand. My Moms explanation flashes through my mind again. “Mom, I still don’t understand why we have to move across the half damn globe”. That sentence slipped out of my mouth before I even think properly. My mom stared at me through the mirror in the car looking a little angry. I don’t know if it was my question or that I used some slang which my Mom isn’t very fond of. I lean my head on the car window and stare out side as many trees continue to pass my window.
Now the only thing I stare at is the grey ceiling. My bed is very uncomfortable and my blankets itchy. I sigh and lock at my alarm clock. 4:21 am. I still can’t sleep neither could I on the plane ride or on the car ride. I miss Germany. Wait…what? Wow I would have never thought I would say something like that. I really don’t know what to think of Yokohama. I finally give up and slowly stand up. Luckily it is holidays I swear if I had to go to school already I think I would have fainted. One foot after another my legs move and I finally arrive at my desk and sit down on my chair. I look around my room which is very similar to a little quarter. My door is on the opposite side of my desk right on the left side of my room. Next to it is a little cabinet that separates my door from my bed. On the right side of my bed is little space and then there is my closet seated at the corner of my room with a big mirror next to it on the wall. Then on the right side of my closet is big space and there is my desk with a decent sized window next to it. The last wall is empty. Empty just like your mind. Empty just like your heart. Empty just like your hands that aren't capable of doing magic. I shake my head in an attempt to make the strained voice disappear and this night it stays silent. Though this new silence isn’t very comfortable it is rather eerie. I look outside of my window with a perfect view more gorgeous than anything I have ever seen before……….
The dumpsters
I take out my phone and look at Whatsapp. No new messages. They haven’t answered me in what felt like ages. It makes me a little sad knowing that my relationship with my friends will never be the same. I mean they live on the other side of the world. I do what any person would do in such a sad situation…. The DOOMSCROLL on Tiktok. After what felt like a minute a knock on the door wakes me up from my world. How much time passed? 8:11am. Shit! I curse internally. “Gwen dear, breakfast is ready” A familiar voice calls out. “Coming” I answer. The walk to the dining room felt like passing a big unfamiliar maze. I hate it. As I get closer I hear a loud purr from the cat bed. Right Phoebe still exists. “Oh who do we have here little Miss I am 15 and still can’t use my witch powers properly.” Announced a voice from the cat bed. I scoff “That was oddly specific, Phoebe.” He is right though.
- Breakfast.
- Looking around the city.
- Watching TikTok.
- Praying to god my new school burns down.
- Trying to learn a few new tricks as a witches duty.
- Panicking after setting my Moms 30 year old bonsai tree on fire.
- Making excuses on why I always skip lunch and eat dinner in the city.
This was my daily routine as a witch with witches as parents trying to cope with the thought of going to a mixed creature school. Yes moving to the other side of the globe and leaving my friends is one thing but switching from an all witches school to a mixed creature school was a whole new thing. I make a disgusting face as the vision of a vampire crosses my mind. Out of all the creature vampires are my least favorite ones. But the hate goes from both sides. Vampires aren’t very fond of witches either. Whoever came up with the idea of a mixed creature school belongs in jail. I sigh for the thousands time today. School is tomorrow or rather today taking in the fact it was already 1:24 am and I have to wake up at 6am. I internally let out the loudest scream known to mankind. Even the most talented witch can’t escape the hellhole. SCHOOL.