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It was so weird.. A new place.. I mean I'm glad my dad had found a new, better paying job here.. but its so different from my home town. My dad stopped the car outside our apartment, cutting off the engine. It looked nice compared to the other apartments I saw along the way here. "Nous sommes là ! Comment le trouvez-vous jusqu'à présent ?" (We're here! How do you like it so far?)
"Its looks nice! Je suis surexcité!" (I'm excited)
My dad smiled and opened up the car door, and going to the trunk to get some of the boxes. "Les déménageurs devraient avoir nos affaires ici d'ici demain." (The movers should have our stuff here by tomorrow.) I hummed in agreement as I admired the apartment from the outside. It had flowers all around, a lot of them different colors.
It would be a fantastic think to draw, maybe add some watercolor to! "Un peu d'aide?" (A little help?) I jumped a bit my previous thoughts leaving as I muttered a sorry, and help pick up some boxes to bring them into our new apartment. Some boxes where heavy, probably filled with some of my art supplies or books.
My dad set down the box he was holding, digging through his pocket while muttering some french words I didn't quiet catch until he found the key to open the apartment.. thank god he found it, I was thinking he last it for a minute and I don't think I can keep holding these boxes-
We walked into the apartment, surprisingly it was spacious! A good amount of room to put numerous of things. I continued to bring in the boxes, while my dad unboxed some of them, the ones that had my name on them my dad carried to my new bedroom. My bedroom wasn't that big, but it was big enough to fit all my things in, and my bedroom was closest to the bathroom! haha!
I walked downstairs to my dad talking on the phone with someone, he had one hand on his hip as he talked, well I might as well start looking around more while he talked with someone. The kitchen wasn't that huge, had decent amount of counter top space, and the fridge had a little ice cube dispenser on it! Our last fridge didn't even have that, and it was a lot tinier.
I heard my dad say his farewell and hung up the phone, "Bien sûr.. Les déménageurs seront en retard!" (Of course.. The movers will be late!) my dad put his phone on the island and opened another box, clearly a bit irritated. "Quelle heure?" (How late?)
"Leur au Canada! Ils ne seront pas là avant lundi!" (Their in Canada! They won't be here till Monday!) Oh my god.. They won't be here for another 2 days! We won't have our stuff till then, my other art supplies was in that moving van, and my bed! the hell man!? I heard my dad sigh and looked at me, his face neutral and softened a lot more a few seconds before. "Je pense que ta mère sera surprise quand elle viendra ici après son voyage..." (I I think your mother will be surprised when she comes here after her trip...)
My mother was a traveling artist.. she traveled a lot selling paintings, shes pretty successful to. But that means I don't really see her that much, even as a kid. Mom promised she would settle down a bit on traveling to spend some time with me and dad. But sadly.. shes said that before, and she always went back to traveling a lot more.
"Elle le fera, n'est-ce pas?" (She will, won't she?) My dad sighed, he doesn't really like moms job, he rather her be here with me and him also, and he knows he doesn't really have a say in what she can, or cant do... "Je vais aller déballer mes affaires." (I'm going to go unpack my stuff.) My dad nodded and waved me off as he was unpacking the boxes that was left and I went to my room. Maybe I can paint the walls, so it doesn't make it look so gloomy...
Like a beautiful forest filled with animals and colorful leaves.. Oh! or I can do a flower field, like a sunflower field or rose field, or maybe I can do a night sky, with sleeping animals and howling wolves. God there so many good ideas! I wonder what would be a good one though..
I sighed knowing that standing here wasn't going to do anything so I went to a box and started to unpack my stuff, putting them in somewhat neat piles on the floor, since I didn't have anything to put them on just yet.. because the mover decided he wanted to go to Canada-
I scoffed at the thought, still bitter from the movers stupidity as I finished unpacking. Looking at my work.. It looks.. a mess... I sighed and put my face in my hands. "Oh mon Die.." (Oh god...) I muttered under my breath.. This is why I never trust people with my stuff but ME. Because people either break it, mess it up, or lose it!
I walked back to the living room where my dad was, he was currently organizing stuff on the counter. Muttering french curses as it didn't look like with the other stuff. "Je sors!" (I'm going out!) I said walking to the door, grabbing my coat and slipping it on. "Ok Ink, fais attention" (Okay Ink, be careful) I heard my dad call out from behind me as I opened the door.
"Je vais!" (I will) I called out before shutting the door, the cold breeze hitting me in the face like a brick, god it was cold.. why did it have to be the middle of winter when we had to move. I took a deep breath of cold air, it burning my throat a bit and started walking, starting my adventure into the new place.
It mostly was quiet surprisingly, there wasn't that much cars driving today, and all I see at the moment was little shops, selling various goodies. I continued to walk till I got to a certain school. Oh yeah I do need to enroll for school again since I moved... So, I walked to the building, it looked very high class. It having multiple dorm buildings, seems like a big cafeteria and other building I can't quiet make out.
I walked to the front desk, seeing a human there sitting at the desk, leaning back in her chair, infested in a book shes currently reading. "U-um Bonjour.. Je voudrais relancer ici?" (Hello, I would like to enroll here?) She blinked at me a couple of times and finally spoke up. "E- excuse me?" I laughed awkwardly, I was so used to speaking french I forgot that over here people mostly speak English.
"Hello, I would like to enroll here?" I repeated, my french accent a little thick as I wasn't used to talking English. God that was embarrassing.. I think I just lowered my chances to get enrolled. "There is a set of requirements." She leaned back in her chair as she crossed her arms.. Why is there requirements for a school?
"Umm... What are they?" I asked, earning a scoff from the latter and she reached under her desk and put a book on the ground.
"This book is for stronger monsters, gods even." She looked me up and down and chuckled. "And honey, you don't look strong, or even a god for that fact."
I scoffed at the assumption, at my other school It was mandatory for all monsters, any ages, to train and learn their powers, mine was the power of creation, I can create just about anything and use it to my advantage. And I was ranked top in my class. So her to sit here and tell me something that's not true makes me irritated.
"La cheinne..." (Bitch..) I muttered under my breath knowing she wouldn't know what I said. I smirked a bit has she gave me a confused expression satisfied with the result... Well, she was acting like one right now..
"I ranked top in my class at my other school, I have the power of creation." I stated, her eyes widening a bit from the mention of my power. "Creation, huh? Don't see a lot of that around."
Her voice was low as she turned to her computer and started typing something. "Whats your name?"
"Ink, Ink Comyet." I stated, as she went and started typing again. Is this women bringing up my school records? What is she doing..? After a good 5 minutes she nods and looks at me.
"Your lucky." She clicks something on her mouse and her printer turned on, printing something. "You just meet the requirements." That made me so happy! Yes!
"But.. It won't be easy staying in. You need to manage high grades and be on time, it may sound simple and easy.. but trust me its not." She got the printed paper for an enrollment form and handed me a book about the school.
"Ill take that chance, merci." (Thank you) All the women did was nod and go back to her book. God I have to stop responding in french all the time, no one knows what I'm saying, I take the form and book and walked out, contently. But now I'm holding a book and paper, walking around everywhere..
I sighed and folded the paper some, putting it in my book and putting the book under my arm as I continued to walk around. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I took it out turning it on to see a message from my dad.
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(I'm going to do the texting in English and not french.)
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Dad - It's 3:00, Where are you?
Ink - I'm.. Somewhere..
Dad - You don't know where you are...?
Ink - No.. But I can probably retrace my steps!
Dad - Ink.. Your memory is worse than a goldfish cracker when it comes to directions..
Ink - Meany...
Dad - What do you see, I can pick you up from there.
Ink - I see.. A cafe, its called Darkened Sunshine.
Dad - Okay, Ill pick you up from there.
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I sighed and started to head to the cafe, it looked so nice from the outside and I bet it looks nice on the inside to. I might as well go inside and order something, maybe a biscuit or coffee, I am a little hungry.. As I opened the door, the bell above the door rang, signaling everyone the door opening, thank god no one seemed bothered by a door, except a few children curious. I walked over to the counter and was greeted my a women telling/shouting at her coworkers in the back something.
"¡Vamos! Necesito que alguien me cubra. ¡Necesito hacer algo por mis hijos hoy!" (Come on! I need someone to cover me. I need to do something for my kids today!) She sighed heavily clearly annoyed as she turned around to see me, she cleared her throat and smile, as I smiled a bit and chuckled a bit awkwardly.
"Hello! My name is Nim, I'm the owner of this wonderful cafe, Is there anything I can get you?" I looked at the menu, skimming over it as I didn't want to waste the lady's time, she already seemed mad about something. "I would like.. a coffee please?"
The women smiled and nodded before writing that down. "That'll be 3.99" One of the women took her note and she turned back to me, I put my book on the counter to reach in my jacket pocket for my wallet, handing her the money. "Oh your going there to?"
"Huh? Oh.. Yeah.. I just got enrolled there." The women nodded and handed me my change. "Its a good school, my boys go there." She said proudly. I nodded, maybe Ill see them in the school when I join that Monday. "Your coffee should be out in a minute!" She smiled at me, as I went to go to a table she asked me something.
"Whats your name hon?" She smiled as she picked up my book handing it to me, oh yeah.. I forgot it on the counter.. Why do I keep forgetting things man, I swear I need to carry around a little notebook to keep track of things! Wait... that actually seems like a good idea... I might do that.
I muttered a thank you as I took the book from her. "Ink Comyet." Her eyes widened at the mention of my name. "Oh my god, is your mom a famous painter? Named Scarlet Comyet?" I was surprised, its not a lot of people that recognized my mom often and especially not our name.. I nodded sheepishly, embarrassed of the sudden notice.
"I used to be friends with her in High school, sweet women. I heard she ran off the a french man though-" Oh god shes talking about my dad. I chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, Me and my dad just moved here today, I'm actually waiting for him." I pointed at the door, as I looked outside, but no dad was there.
"Well, I hope you and your dad enjoy it here as much as I do." A women whispered something to her earning a relieved sigh and untying her apron. "Oh, say hello to your mom for me!" She said waving as she walked out the store, clearly in a rush to do something, I nodded and waved back, finally sitting down at my table. Might as well read while I wait for my coffee, and my dad..
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After a while I was given my Coffee, reading the book, It was very strict with things, about being on time, and keeping high grades, you can get punished if you don't follow the rules. It wasn't that extreme to be honest.. The first one was getting sent to the principles office, the second one was getting kicked out of any type of sport/club your in, another one was getting suspended and so on..
I finished my coffee and a waitress as picked it up, I muttered a thank you as she smiled at me and nodded. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I gave a small yelp as I wisp around. "Bonjour mon fils, il est temps d'y aller." (Hello son, It's time to go.)
"Tu m'as fait peur !" (You scared me!) I said quietly blushing a bit from embarresment as some poeple were looking at me. My dad chuckled and I followed him out the cafe and into the car, during the trip back to the apartment I talked to my dad along the way, about the school I was attending, and all the shops I saw and about the women who knew mom.
When we arrived to the apartment and I gladly got out the car and waited for my dad to open the door, I have to ask him to get me a spare key for me to use. When I went into the house, my dad turned on the lights, while I took off my coat to put up, and also put my book with the form in it in my room, so I didn't lose it or forget it.
"Comment va la pizza pour le dîner ?" (Hows pizza for supper?) My dad had no choice but to order something from some where, since there was so kitchen cookware, and we wont have it will Monday.. "Ça me va !" (I'm fine with that!)
I had told my dad I was going to fill out my form and to please tell me if the pizza came, he nodded and I went to my room. I looked around and decided to get the blanket and pillow to make a little pallet on the floor, and decided to use one of my art pencils because all I had was my art pencils at the moment and decided to fill out the form.
I finally finished the form, yawning, I placed down the form and laid down on the pallet made of blankets and pillows, it wasn't the comfest thing to lay on but it would have to do for now. "Ink!" I heard my dad call from the living room, I sighed and sluggishly got up from the floor and walked into the living room. There was pizza there with pillows on the floor, dad was already eating a slice while reading a book about how to speak English.
"Je pensais que tu parlais déjà anglais?" (I thought you could already speak English?) My dad looked up at me and smiled. "Not very good." His accent thicker then mine as he spoke. "You'll get there though!" My dad smiled and continued to read the book, quietly repeating words as he read them, I ate my pizza looking through my phone, seeing posts of the cafe I went to and the school.
When I finished eating I bid my dad goodnight and went to my room, I decided to draw a bit before going to bed, drawing the things I saw outside my window, I decided on a beautiful picture of the cafe, with a night sky, and tiny blacked out silhouette of poeple walking along the side walk. I used oil pastels to paint, it was a messy but it looked so beautiful in the end.
When I was finished I put the picture where it wouldn't smudge or get on anything, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and brush my teeth, also changing into my night clothes and went to my room, laying down on the pallet... It was uncomfortable.. but I would have to try and get some sleep for this past few nights.