Natise street.

"Natise street ,house no.25. Our new address.Remember it okay!. If at any condition we are unable to reach you, so you can use this address and come home. And you're admitted in Valmot high school, make new friends . And Camila, you're given admission in the same school as Ana, however it's a different branch. In middle school, behave yourself there. Hope our new journey will be of good memories. " Papa ends his words with wishes to persuade a better life from the past.

" I hope too…"_ " Me too.." _" I too hope it will be a new experience. " Camila, Mom and I replied to papa with a smile and assuring words ruled the milieu . We all brace ourselves and join our hands to set things in and make this house a home. The furniture starts moving in and all the artifacts . By seeing us working ,people around acknowledge us and reach to introduce and interact with us.

And the name which was on the top was of the beautiful lady ,who is also our neighbor and owner of the house just beside us. Mrs..Latina.

The roads were wide and clear as well as the place and if I talk about the weather,it is always cold as compared to my old house. The people seem nice,.. as the smell of suspicion was not introduced to us ,yet. We met our new neighbors,and they were friendly... However, the one whose house is next to us; Mrs.. Latina is as cheerful as anyone can imagine an ideal neighbor.

Her calls and words were just grabbing our attention and Mom was totally moved by her efforts. We moved our furniture and tried to settle down these articles which were brought from our old house.

While mom and Mrs. Latina were having friendly words.

Mrs..Latina's looks were admirable, if I talk about her attire or about the beauty she was holding ,or comparing her affluent house which was making us draw a conclusion that she belongs from a house luxurious; which may be runs in her blood from antecedents. She was beautiful, however friendly and supportive nature was overcoming her spark of beauty ,her information about the society and place was very useful and while making good bond with the neighbor, dad kept his work on, as he was busy setting-up things .Our half furniture has arrived, but the other half will take some more day as the place is far away from the place where they are coming from.

With all these things, one thought which was satisfying was that my cycle was in my yard safe and sound. As I was engaged in cleaning the small dirt from the handles of it, Mrs. Latina introduced her daughter Dorothy Latina to me. A face which made me uncomfortable for a moment. It was a charming face ,red curly hair with brown wide eyes; as if she was a beauty pageant of this island. And by her gesture, she was a very definition of friendly behavior as like her Mom, however I get to know that we will now share the same school. As I'm admitted to the same school as hers, 'It will help me to make some new friends' . This sentence was quoted by my mom as she got a link between me and her. As to break the ice she starts first and gives a formal introduction,

''HI , I'm Dorothy, welcome to our neighborhood, I hope you like it! If you're comfortable then follow me, I'll give you a short tour of our place." with a cherishing smile she ends her words.

I followed her lead there, as I didn't have any other opinion left. She was a year younger than me, but her excitement level was high enough to make me push my limits . She showed me the places where she used to play ,the grocery stores, the flea markets and all small important localities.

Only in a few hours, we shared a good bond. Time passed by but I did not feel any new or strange meeting of words with her,...and this made me think that I got a person sharing the same tastes as mine. We clicked with each other's words and most importantly, she wasn't thinking of me as a weirdo.

I speak the thought which comes in my mind "Take it as a compliment, but you have a talent to make friends quickly without making things uncomfortable for the other person. Thank you for spending your time with me…"

" Oh!,..no need of thanks. I just read your vibes and I loved the positivity you hold around, even after the pain…let's go! " She interrupts me in between, however the words coming out of her mouth froze me for a minute at my spot,...i was bemused about what her sentence meant. However, picking answers for things so soon felt a rush for the moment.

Nevertheless,after having an eye on every important place we call it for the day. On the way home,we were walking along a long road covered with woods on its side,while sharing our likes and dislikes. Everything was at peace until, A sound of loud acceleration of a bike entered into our ears. It was an evening sky and we were walking towards the streets, but the sound grew louder and louder. I turned my head too and fro to acknowledge from where the sound was approaching.

"Only I am able to hear this sound or you can also listen? " I ask her with a soft smile .

"Ya, I can hear it, it's an everyday scenario. Don't worry you will get used to it" she answers in her appealing accent.

After walking some steps ,I hear the sound coming closer to us,as I turn back ;" oh!,oh!oh!?" I exclaim loudly while touching the ground. A bike came furiously at a great speed and cut off near us ,and because of its Furious speed I slipped down and fell onto the road.

"Are you okay!" Dorothy asks astonishingly and tries to hold me up.

"Who was he? so Furious driving is not safe! " I ask in a grumbling voice while standing up.

"He's a moron! But, Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" she answers in an anxious tone and asks the cares questions.

"Just be safe from these types of lunatics."

I take that piece of advice and walk along while dusting my clothes.

As we reached it was late ,I saw Mrs Latina and mom talking from the boundary walls and then noticed the bike ,the same bike which rushes down at the street. And the same helmet guy!. Dorothy and I moved towards the door, and stood beside our moms .

"Oh! I think you found a new friend, don't you? Did she troubled you Ana!" Mrs. Latina asks with her sugary voice.

"Nope, Mrs. Latina. She is very sweet and friendly. She showed me many places, I don't think I can have any better tour guide like her."I answered her .

"Oh! really we never knew that! " Mrs. Latina replied in a teasing way while sharing a look with her daughter.

My eyes were on that biker who was sitting on the bike ,and then he walked toward Mrs. Latina's house. He enters and bangs the door loudly, which draws everyone's attention. Mrs. Latina, turns and says ,

"Oh! he's home .Ana all the best for tomorrow, it will be your first day in New school. I'll tell my son to help you in adjusting in and beware of bullies " with a bright face she and Dorothy leave and we too get in ,and get ready for our dinner.

Our half furniture was set and half were as visible as air. After having dinner, I walked upstairs to my loving room and got on the bed.

There was both excitement and nervousness on my face. I ended up sleeping with a small prayer, that please let the next morning and my first day in the school be good.

Another day starts with a warm morning, I open my window and let the sun rays of bright azure get familiar to my eyes and pleasant air touch my skin to refresh me. Excitement can be read clearly on my face .

"Don't you know how to make a sandwich!?" Dad yells at mom.

My Excitement doesn't last long as I hear them arguing and yelling at each other.

"So why don't you make it by yourself, Mr. masterchef!'' Mom answers him in one voice. I sigh and stick to my work.

"I was wondering , how come they didn't fight at the new place, maybe yesterday was the day without an argument between them." I speak to myself in the mirror, which witnesses the change in my expression, from an exciting smile to a disappointing eyes.

After getting ready for school ,I walk down where they were, quelling around the breakfast table. They were busy in their talks and Camila; she was standing in the corner with an empty plate. she is just fourteen, why do they argue in front of her? I walked down and grabbed her plate. I told her to take a seat while I was preparing a sandwich for her and myself.

"Ana, see your dad! I can't have a day in peace with him! '' Mom tells me indirectly, taunting dad.

"Ana , tell your mom that I'm also not living a peaceful life " Dad tells me ,while sitting on the chair.

"Sometimes....,it feels like leaving everything, and running away" mom says in a low tone,by sitting on the couch keeping her hand on her head.

"So who is stopping you, you can..."

"huss....! I interpret in between and place his sandwich in his hands.

"Why keep a storm in a tea cup? you should tell me ,now have it and get ready for your work, okay!" I say to him with a soft smile and call mom to join us. I warned them to not raise this topic again and told Camila to get ready for school. I leave early for school, cause I want to know about it. This was new because in my last school we used to have uniforms but here, it's all civil. I hop on my bicycle and leave . On the way i see Mrs. Latina walking towards me, "Good morning, Mrs. Latina"

I greet her ,and with a pleasant smile ,she greets back ," Good morning, may you have a memorable day. "

" Thank you,.."

" And before I forget, I just wanted to inform you that I told my son to help you out. He is very helpful and well known in school. He will help you out. Just wait at the gate, he will meet you there. Wish you luck..!." Mrs..Latina ends her words .

I noted that and moved forward. She is very sweet.