Chapter 2

I got scared knowing that I am lost in this unfamiliar town.

Inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale.

Then, I saw a football field. Few players were inside, playing and fooling around. But I think this is how they do their warm-up.

I felt a bit jealous to these guys. I always wanted to be part of a sports team, in a volleyball team, to be exact. Wearing those cute jerseys, short shorts, knee and elbow support, and other material you need to protect yourself during the game.

Well, maybe, in my next life...

In the distance, I saw a football player, walking while eating a hotdog sandwich. Maybe I could ask him where is this bookshop located.

I was about to ask the guy, but something tells me that I can do it on my own.

The guy stopped walking, waiting for me to say anything. We gazed at each other, for like, I don't know, a couple of minutes?

"Uhm, you need anything? Because, this is creeping me out." He finally speak up. His voice is kinda deep and his face seems worried.

"'No, no. Sorry." I passed through him. Then when I looked back, I saw him shook his head.

The guy's face is very attractive. He has these pure black eyes, pointy nose and a not so thin reddish lips; His French crop hairdo does suits him... very clean, very clean. He's tall and he's not thin nor super muscular, he's body was perfect for an athlete. He looked like a bit of an Asian too.

Now, I wonder why am I being so specific and detailed with that guy? I shook off my head to focus on what am I supposed to do here.

I continued walking, still no sign of the bookshop. From a far, I can see a school... is this the school that my mother was talking about?

The Schrøtersgøta School of Performing Arts is spacious and... I think my words left me. There's something in my heart that felt so happy and alive, it was beating so loudly like someone was playing drums inside it.

I stood in front of the gate, still mesmerized by the beauty of it.

"I am going to be part of this beau." I said to myself, disregarding that there were people walking, and might think that I was crazy for talking to myself.

"You need anything, young girl?" A security guard approached me, he's in his 40s, I guess.

"Uhm. N-nothing." Ugh, I stuttered in front of him. I don't know why I am always like this in front of someone I don't know.

"Are you an enrollee?" He asked me and that made me looked at him.

"Yes." I simply answered to him.

"Well, too sad to say this, but the registrar will close in ten minutes." I looked at him disappointedly.

"But, you can come back tomorrow morning, and have your first day as a student." The guard warmly smiled at me, and that's comforting though.

"Okay, thank you. Uhm, do you know any bookshop around here?"

"Yes, take two turns on the right. Then you're there." I nod, listening to his instructions.

"Thank you." I walked my way through the bookshop. Everything is going as it is planned, except for the fact that I did not had any chance to see the inner area of the school today.

But that's okay, I'll see it tomorrow morning.

I followed what the guard told me, and there it is: Thelma's Book Corner. I found you, finally.

It looked exactly like a barn, painted with red and brown. There's also a hotdog stand in front of it.

I entered the store, and I must say that the inside is much bigger than the outside. Was that even possible?

Looking around, I saw that there's a lot of bookshelves around here, plus a bean bag area for the people who prefer to read their books here.

How amazing is this place! So warm and cozy. My mom would be happy to be here.

I proceeded to the Fiction Section, it is my favorite genre ever since.

While looking for a good book to read, there's this book that caught my attention, it absolutely doesn't belong in this category. It was at the back of all the books in here.

Maybe others were just too lazy to put it back on its designated shelf.

The book was entitled: How To Save A Life. It was about a girl who had her heart broken by a jerk, started rebuilding herself, but decided to end her life after. It was written by Margarette Nielsen.

Hmmm.

I don't mean to judge the protagonist, but isn't it a shallow reason to get yourself killed?

Ugh, how insensitive am I? Maybe, I have the guts to say this cause I never had my heart broken, I am an NBSB (No boyfriend since birth) kind of gal. So I don't know anything about heartaches and heart breaks. Therefore, I don't know her pain.

I felt sorry for judging this book easily. So, to bring back its value, I decided to buy and read it. It will be my first time to read this kind of story; I was more on fiction-fantasy.

"That would be 49 danish krone." The cashier told me, and Umber's her name based on her tag. I gave her the amount needed for the book.

"You're new here?" I nodded my head shyly.

"Are you mute?" She raised her voice exaggeratedly, then did some hand gestures.

I can't help not to laugh, she's funny though.

"Oh, sorry. I just thought—"

"No, it's okay." I gave her a reassuring smile.

After that, I went directly in the football field. I just felt like reading in an open space. When I got there, the players were already gone. Thank goodness, I will not be worried by their looks, and their thoughts about me reading here inside their territory.

The football field here is not that totally huge, like the Camp Nou in Barcelona, or the Estadio Monumental in Peru. It was just a normal football field, but the difference was, I can see the ocean from the other side.

I sat down gently on the bleachers then took out the book from the paper bag and started reading it.

While indulging on the book, I can feel that someone's looking at me. I looked around to see who it is, then, at the back of the bleachers, I saw him, the football guy earlier. He's looking intently at me, weird. I was taken by surprise when he walked towards my place, wearing his poker face.

"You're new here?" The guy asked me, while wiping off his dripping sweat on his forehead.

"Uhm. Yes." He looked at the book I'm holding, then his mood changed.

"A fan of her?" Then he smirked. Oh, how awkward and weird this conversation is. I am not good in starting a conversation, especially to a complete stranger.

"Uhm. No. M-maybe." What the frizz! I'm stuttering once again. I heard him laughed a little, this is so embarrassing!

"Welcome to Tórshavn." He simply said, then left me uncomfortably.

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"For me, he's so weird, and... Ugh, I can't explain much further." I told everything to my mom for what happened today, except for that guy. I'm having a hard time explaining it to her.

We were now eating our supper.

"Oh honey, maybe he's just interested to you." I shoved a spoonful of rice in my mouth. How come that guy would be interested to a girl like me?

"Maybe, that guy is the one for you." She arched her eye brows and grinned.

"'Mom, you know, I am not having this conversation with you."

I bit the last piece of steak in my plate.

"Whether you like or not, there's a person who'll like you for who you are, and for what you are." She stood up then cleared our plates in the table.

I am not planning to find the right one for me, for a condition like this. I wish, right?

I followed her in the sink and grabbed a glass of water.

"Mom, what time do we have to leave tomorrow?"

"Alayna we need to leave as early as we can, we don't want to miss your first day." My stomach churned, Oh my god. I'm so excited for tomorrow.

I went up to my room and prepared my things. While fixing my bag, I felt a pain in my chest and I couldn't breathe properly. I sat down on the corner of the bed and gripped my blanket.

I breathe, trying so hard to catch my breath.

This always happens to me when I am feeling a strong emotion.

"Stay still, heart. I want to go to school."