Waiting for the day I had to leave to Switzerland was agonizing. Of course I didn't go right away after that call, no; I was half-way through my school year at that moment, so I had to wait till the next year to start studying there. Besides, I was required to send a lot of paperwork before like my birth certificate, school records, criminal record (what?), and some medical exams. I even had to take a blood sample to prove I was a hybrid and get the full scholarship.
The good news were that I didn't seem to suffer from any fatal decease; the bad one, I discovered I had an uterine malformation, which reduces a lot my possibilities of getting pregnant and the doctor recommended me to get a surgery after I turn 25. I still don't know how to react to this.
Grandma, on the other hand, was excited. She bought me new sets of clothes, including a pair of coats for the cold because it seems winters there are long and kind of a 'hell's freezer' (in her words). I was excited also, until I realized I looked like a dwarf or a kid in a costume wearing them; I make anything look bad on me, and my mood also went down the drain.
The entire flight to Spain (there wasn't any direct flights to Switzerland from this state) was kind of hellish because, as a minor flying alone, I was grouped with other younger kids and we were sat close to each other. They were cute, I admit, but I had to act like a babysitter the entire time and didn't have the chance to rest so when the plane landed, I was really sleep-deprived and my entire body hurt.
And four hours later I was on another plane to Switzerland, this time without having to watch some kids. I succumbed to sleep, and had a very embarrassing moment resisting to wake up when the flight attendant called for me.
"Miss, the plane already landed" She told me, shaking my shoulder.
I was overwhelmed before with all the unknown people and places, but now the feeling increased twice or thrice more. Like in a movie, a representative from the school waited for me outside raising a poster with my name on it; I would've been embarrassed if he would've been the only one, but other people did the same.
The representative was an old human man (in his 30's), wearing very casual clothes. He seemed friendly, and told me there was a bus stop one block away where students were picked up and taken to the school but, as I was a new here, they preferred to send someone from the school board so I wouldn't get lost.
I had to ride a car with him for an hour before reaching the school, and the entire time he was talking non-stop. We were going more and more to the countryside, only grass, trees and a few houses surrounding us on the lonely road and I didn't think on how beautiful and peaceful everything looked, no; I thought that hypothetically, if I needed to run away from this place, it was going to be complicated.
The school didn't look like I imagined it would; it wasn't a modern building with a splendid entrance and the name of the school in bold letters, but more of a gigantic and weird-looking cabin made of stone and wood. Maybe three or four teenagers were outside carrying their suitcases, but they didn't pay us any mind.
I'll save you from the uncomfortable welcome speech I received from the principal, and I'll go straight to the part where I was brought to my new room. The same representative from before offered me a tour through the school, which I politely rejected because I just wanted to rest.
The room was a small square with three simple beds (one individual and a bunk), a big closet, a bathroom and a pair of nightstands. I found personal items like toothbrushes, towels, books, clothes and even posters on the walls so I assumed my future roommates left them here during vacations. Not wanting to cause trouble, I chose the upper bunk's bed (seemed like the most unused one) and laid down, removed my bra and shoes, and fell asleep almost immediately.
And you must be wondering, where are my roommates and the rest of the people? To answer you, I came earlier than most of the students because I'm new, but in less than a week everyone should be here.
I wish they never come. I still don't want to be here.