Ages have past since the last time I had published something. Lots of things have happened and even more are going to happen.
I don't remember if I mentioned that I had changed my school, and now I even about to finish it.
This place is a mix of traditional boarding school with a pseudo Harry Potter style feelings.
Just imagine:
First day. My mom is driving a car.
- I don't know where we are going. It seems like the GPS doesn't know where you school is. I give up. Shall we call them?
- Oh, mom, see. - there was an arrow pointed that my new school is just 3 mile away.
I was so naive moving to another place. At least now I know that sometimes you need to look around if you seek for something important.
Road suddenly rounds and we are driving surrounded by thick bush walls, it seems like we are lost in a huge labyrinth. Road is becoming narrower, bushes disappear and we see wide fields which are spreading out to a horizon. An old building becomes hardly visible somewhere far away from us. It seems to be more than 3 miles.
From the first glance, the school frightens with its coldness: high fence with acute angles, the main school hall which is made from the red brick more than a hundred years ago and spirits of past owners always guard their premises;
I don't remember if I mentioned that I had changed my school, and now I even about to finish it.
This place is a mix of traditional boarding school with a pseudo Harry Potter style feelings.
Just imagine:
First day. My mom is driving a car.
- I don't know where we are going. It seems like the GPS doesn't know where you school is. I give up. Shall we call them?
- Oh, mom, see. - there was an arrow pointed that my new school is just 3 mile away.
I was so naive moving to another place. At least now I know that sometimes you need to look around if you seek for something important.
Road suddenly rounds and we are driving surrounded by thick bush walls, it seems like we are lost in a huge labyrinth. Road is becoming narrower, bushes disappear and we see wide fields which are spreading out to a horizon. An old building becomes hardly visible somewhere far away from us. It seems to be more than 3 miles.
From the first glance, the school frightens with its coldness: high fence with acute angles, the main school hall which is made from the red brick more than a hundred years ago and spirits of past owners always guard their premises;
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