September barely started, but I already have to get prepared for school. What a pain!

At least I’m starting school - finally!

  I’m excited to go where no one knows me. It’s my opportunity to move on. To forget. To stop caring. To restart. 

My name is Esther. I’m 17, and I have just finished moving to Lisbon. 

After my parent's divorce, I decided to follow my mom, and traveled across continents, to a completely new country. 

Mom says that Portugal is the perfect place for us. She gave me an hour-long lecture about the food, the beaches, and the culture. We are supposed to feel comfortable here, we are supposed to fit in. 

Honestly, I feel like she just wanted a reason to run away from Dad. He cheated, and she would never forgive him. 

I was also running. Away from them, away from him, away from myself. So I took the chance. 

First day of school. 

Geez I'm excited! Compared to where I came from, kids here seem less agitated.

 Am I the only one feeling excited? Maybe I am the only idiot who incessantly dreamt about the boring teachers, talking about boring subjects, to already bored with life teens. Sounds fun already. 

Finding the school wasn't hard. It looks like a colorful prison. But how am I supposed to find my class? It's not like I know people here. It has only been two months since we've moved. 

-Olá- That's supposed to be "Hi" in Portuguese. How am I supposed to survive this day!?

-Class B? Onde? Do you know where Class B is?- Ughh! Someone please! I don't want to be late. It's enough to be the new girl. Not that anyone seemed to care. 

Mom said we would fit in! Maybe we fit in way too much! 

-Hey! Are you new here? You seem very lost. 

-Yes! I am new I told him. - Can you help me find Class B? 

-You are new? That explains it! We are going the same way. School always starts with a presentation at the auditorium. I will take you there and show you your class. 

-Oh, thank you!

The presentation ended. One-hour lecture about things I didn't even understand. Something, something, friendship. Something, something, discipline. 

To be fair, I wasn't paying attention. Not to the lecture. I was looking at him. 

He guided me, but I barely remember his voice since he didn't say much on our way here. Soft. 

His not too short, not too long, black, curly hair. 

His deep, dark, brown, eyes. 

His pink, plump, lips. 

I couldn't stop staring.

Who is he? He is beautiful