A Star In A Crowd - Part 1

Normal

I consider myself normal, I read Wimpy Kid, play Xbox and chat with friends. So I guess you can and I can call myself ordinary or normal. I feel it inside, but I know that normal kids don't have hundreds of people behind your back picking on you each time in school or spark rumors that flood the halls within minutes

Introduction

My name is Arthur Samuelson, I am 14 years old, I have a wonderful family, living in a warm apartment with my 2 amazing parents, my pet fish Reddie and 2 encouraging siblings Jessica and Jonathan, most of the time I would call the J and J. Our family is from Canada and 4 years ago life for me has been normal with great friends, relaxation and being within my own comfort and walls, it seemed like nothing would go wrong.

Moving

Someday in the Summer break, I don't know which day, my dad burst through the door stormed into the living room like a savannah stampede and gathered everyone to one spot. And as soon as you know it, he blurted out 3 words. "We are moving!" My eyes grew wider as inside the waterworks has started along with an earthquake of jitters. "Where are we moving dad?" "We are moving to Hyderabad, India". The waterworks inside me leaked even more and my mind demanded to faint, but I kept strong as I listened to more shocking details

Packing in Despair

As 2 weeks passed I saw none other but heaps of Grey or Brown cardboard boxes conveniently stacked upon one another in columns around the apartment, slowly being escorted to green moving vans. Living in Canada has been one of the core fires that enlightened me, leaving it makes the fire cold like winter, in winter it is even colder, I felt like I wasn't a normal 10 year old again like everyone else, that fore had been extinguished after 10 years of being lightened and on. But now it is like my life has been cleaned out and empty as white again.

Flight with a hint of civics

As I waited in the airport terminal for my flight to be announced, I sat next to my brother Jonathan discussing politics, geography, and rights. Yes I know they seem like boring subjects that no one wants to take a bite of but to me it's like a part of a system that shoots you to the moon, even if you miss, geography and politics will help you reach a star, no one really cared that much in my previous school, just on sports, big Nate, wimpy kid and crushes, I could go on but I like to leave it right here. Just then in just sometime, an announcement rang and I walked closer and closer to the plane stepping off Canada and into India,

Neighbourhood

A month had passed and I was settled into a large apartment again, It felt cold and dirty from my old home and made me light the fire of being homesick, inside haunted by the old memories of my life in Canada making me blue all over again, I see the rest of my own family happy and war spending time together laughing and furnishing the house. I never knew why my family was happy with India? But never mind them, I now have to mind myself, however, I now have to be aware of my new life here in India, I don't know what will happen next.

First day of school- Bus ride

A week has passed and now I am facing the same stressful day in the world like everyone else in the world has experienced, First day of school. The morning had rushed in forcing me to get up crazily early putting on the tight confusing uniform and packing my bag with so many textbooks, notebooks and stationary. At the end, It felt like I was carrying a huge boulder in my small sack. I never thought why textbooks were good, all I thought of was how technology was much easier in schools, maybe some people are still stuck in the so-called good old days, or maybe I was just hallucinating Fantastical thoughts, I meanwhile waited outside for the bus with my mother. My mother noticed me shivering all over and so she said these golden words, "Arthur sweetie, you will rule the class and unique in your own way from others, Show them that". I got these words in my head as the bus approached us in a few seconds

I wondered if life will turn out better or not, how would others welcome or treat me in a new land. I know I should stand up for myself, but what should I do? How should I interact and how can I be accepted in a new world

I kept on thinking and worrying and praying and hoping someone would help me or if God was still in the sky helping me survive from up in the heavens.

To be continued