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Chapter 1 : News

I never liked how my parents and I live in America. My parents say living there was amazing, spectacular and unforgetable. I can say that it was unforgetable because the fact that people's faces here is. I can always see my bullies faces, everytime. I couldn't take it anymore.

Almost everyone here is against me! My parents lied. All they said was never true. Living here was pure hell, always been ever since we moved here. I've always wished we move again in another country, any country as long as we leave in America...

And somehow, my wish came true.

...

"What mom?"

"Your father said we're moving to another country."

I attentively listen while watching her fry eggs on the pan. I can see my sister drawing random animals on the dining table, colored pens and papers scattered everywhere. My mom doesn't mind at all. That's what I disliked about her.

"Dear, pass me the salt."

"Yes mom."

I grab the salt beside me and handed it over to her. She sprinkled a bit of salt on the eggs, afterwards she placed down the salt and continue flipping the eggs over.

"Which country mom?"

"Serbia."

I transferred my eyes from the pan to my mom's blue ocean eyes. I was surprised. I never expected to move in a country like that because my mom and my little sister doesn't even know how to speak serbian. My dad may know because he would never think about moving to Serbia if he doesn't know serbian. But why?

"Does dad knows serbian?"
I asked my mom.

"Yes dear, I forgot to tell you that he is half serbian. He knows the language because he used to live there."

"Oh I see. But mom I don't know how to speak and understand serbian. How am I supposed to talk and understand people there?"

"Don't tell me we're gonna stay there for a couple of months.."
I added.

"Dear, you can learn very fast. You are smart, you know things easily."

She turns off the stove and placed the cooked eggs carefully on the plate.

"Maybe we'll stay there for a while until your father says to go back here in America again."

...

I don't want to go back here anymore.

"Bring this to the dining table dear."
She handed me the plate with eggs. I took it and brought it to the dining table where my little sister was.

"Hey jen, please clean the table. We're gonna eat soon."

"Okay fine~"

My sister Jen is grade 4 right now. She is kind, obedient and smart, she never hated nor always quarrel with me. I never knew why I hated her that much because she was not that type of girl to be hated. Maybe because I was just jealous of her. All my parent's attention were always on my sister. I ask myself why? Is she smarter than me? Is she more beautiful than me?