New Life

*one year ago*

I just arrived in Toronto, and the fresh air is amazing! However, it was tough leaving Denmark behind. I wish my dad could've come with me, but unfortunately, he had work. I was feeling a bit down about it, but I guess this is my chance to learn how to live alone.

It's funny how parents can be so contradictory. They say I'm 17 now and I should be able to live on my own, but when I ask to stay over at a friend's house, they say I'm still a kid. Typical parents.

When I stepped outside the airport, my driver was already waiting for me. He greeted me warmly and helped me with my luggage. As I sat in the car, I looked out the window and admired the beauty of Toronto.

Before I knew it, we had already arrived at my new home. The house was painted white and looked bigger than my old one. The trees surrounding it were stunning.

As I got out of the car, a kind-looking middle-aged woman came out of the house and greeted me with a warm smile. She must be the one my dad told me about.

"Welcome, Caroline. My name is Linda," she said as she hugged me.

"Thank you, Linda," I replied with a smile.

"Are you hungry? Shall I prepare you something?" She asked.

"No, I am not hungry. I am too tired to eat. I want to hit the bed and get some rest." I said.

"Okay, let me take you to your room. Tomorrow, after school, I'll show you around," Linda said. I nodded in agreement.

As I entered my room, I felt a pleasant surprise seeing that everything was arranged neatly in my room. The room was painted in a beautiful shade of baby pink.

"I arranged your closet and almost everything," Linda said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Linda. You didn't have to do that, but you saved my strength," I said, as she laughed.

After Linda excused herself, I closed the door and felt grateful for having such a thoughtful host.

As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on a box that was resting in the corner. I couldn't resist the urge to check what was inside, so I opened it. 

It was filled with my mother's belongings. As I rummaged through the box, my eyes fell on a small velvet box. I opened it, and inside was a beautiful necklace with a butterfly pendant. I got lost in the memory of my mother giving it to me on my 7th birthday, telling me that it would bring me luck and many boys would fall in love with me if I wore it.

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of it. My eyes welled up with tears. But I didn't let it show. I had to be strong for myself. 

I wrapped the necklace around my neck and whispered, "Let's see if your logic really works, Mom." I know it sounds silly, but it gave me a sense of comfort.

As I continued to explore the box, I found a family photo frame. It was a picture of my father, mother, brother and me, laughing heartily, with not a single care in the world. I took a deep breath and calm myself down.

I placed the photo on my bedside table, changed into my nightdress, and climbed into bed, anxious about the first day at my new school. As I lay there, I wondered if I would make any friends and how many dramas would unfold in the new school. Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep with a sense of both excitement and nervousness.

The sound of my alarm jolted me awake, and I groggily checked the time. Only 30 minutes left! I scrambled out of bed and bolted to the bathroom for the quickest shower of my life.

I dressed up hastily in a white crop top, black jacket, ripped jeans, and black boots. I applied a little blush, mascara, and pink lip gloss to brighten up my face.

I dashed down the stairs, barely stopping to eat the breakfast Linda had laid out for me. But who could resist her delicious cooking? I wolfed it down.

"Thank you so much, Linda. It was delicious." I said, hugged her goodbye, and ran out the door to see Marcel, who was waiting outside.

"Marcel, Start the car!" I shouted for marcel.

With only ten minutes remaining, my heart was pounding as I leaped into the car, desperately trying to steady my nerves.

As we drew nearer to the school, my eyes widened in amazement. The grandeur of the building was almost overwhelming, as if we were approaching a regal palace plucked from the pages of a storybook. Every inch of the school seemed to exude a sense of enchantment and wonder, like it was a place where magic truly existed.

My nerves were getting the best of me, but I couldn't wait to step inside and explore. After getting out of the car, I rushed inside and went straight to my locker.

As I checked my schedule for the day, I realized that I had homeroom as my first class. However, I was unsure about the location of the classroom. 

While I was lost in thought, I accidentally bumped into someone and almost fell down. But the person caught me by my waist and pulled me towards their chest to prevent me from falling.

As I looked up, I saw that it was a boy who had saved me. He had the most beautiful ocean blue eyes that I had ever seen. His messy hair and black shirt with a few buttons undone gave him a rugged look that was incredibly attractive. He was simply gorgeous. His jawline was so sharp that it could cut through a watermelon. I was kidding.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat, breaking the spell between us. I moved away from him and realized that he had been checking me out as well. The thought of it made me blush and feel both nervous and excited at the same time.

"I am sorry, I didn't see you there." I apologized, feeling embarrassed.

"It's..." Before he could say anything, the person who disturbed our brief moment interrupted us and said, "I think you owe me an apology for making me watch this shit."

"Shut up, dude.” The hot guy kicked his leg and I couldn't help but laugh. 

He glared at me for laughing, but I couldn't stop myself. I smiled nervously, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"It's okay. My name is Nathaniel Wilson." He said, extending his hand to shake mine.

"I'm Caroline Cassidy, just moved here." I replied, shaking his hand. 

Suddenly, he took my hand and kissed the back of it. I was taken aback by his move. My heart skipped a beat.

Out of nowhere, the guy who had disturbed us earlier said "my eyes! Fuck my life." 

This time, it was my turn to glare at him.

"And I am Grayson Barlowe," he said with a fake smile.

"And it's not so nice to meet you," I replied, forcing a smile.

Nathaniel chuckled at my comment. "Serves you right, dude," he said.

"I hate you. You can continue your romance. I will leave," Grayson said, walking away in anger.

"Don't mind him. Your classroom is on the second floor, third door. Your locker is also on the second floor," Nathaniel said, smiling.

"How did you know?" I asked, confused.

"Because you dropped this." he waved my schedule in the air, making me laugh. He handed it to me.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"And we have history together. Meet you there, beautiful,

" he winked at me and walked past me.

As I walked towards my classroom, I couldn't help but blush.