Moving

Stefan sprawled out on the bed - his new bed. After ten hours of driving, he was finally able to lie down on a normal bed. My mother drove the car; fortunately, she had a lot of driving experience. Yesterday they had lived in Ottawa, and today they were residents of Bathurst. He could hardly believe it, but the fact remained. But Stef didn't like the fuss, so the move from the Canadian capital to a fairly small town even pleased him. "And it's already school tomorrow. Well, I don't have much choice," he realized the hopelessness of the situation and his helplessness. He was in the tenth grade of high school, and he was fifteen years old. In a month he would be sixteen, to be exact. And no, he was not a typical loner, but sometimes he really wanted to be in silence. In fact, the first impression of him as a loner and quieter was. So Stefan decided to show his extrovertedness and great desire to communicate right away. This time he had no desire to try to establish relationships with his classmates for a few weeks because of his first impression. "I'd rather die than repeat the 'plot' of the first class acquaintances of the last few years," Steph thought and grimaced at the 'beautiful' memories. He decided to take a little nap, but it didn't work out.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Stefan said tiredly, turning to the sky.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer, though not from the gods:

- Stephie, son, are you all right? - A voice came from the kitchen.

- Yeah, I'm fine, Mom," the boy said, "Can I go for a walk in the city?

- Yes, but be careful!

- Okay, I'll be right back," Stef said goodbye to his mother and left the house in a jiffy.

The weather was wonderful, the snow had only recently melted (it was April) and it was already dry and the birds were chirping. A light breeze made Stefan relax. "I wonder if my classmates will get to me? I don't know how people from the capital are treated here..." - Even though Steph had moved a few times, it was moves to big cities. I wonder how he felt at that moment. The moment of moving to a quiet, peaceful town? Well, a lot of things: disbelief in what was happening, surprise, a little disappointment. But he was also looking forward to the developments in his life with interest. He was glad he'd moved to this cozy little town. "I should ask Anthony about the bars here, maybe I could get out there with my new classmates..." - His thoughts were jumping from one to the other at the speed of light as he walked. His face grew sadder as he remembered again, "I'd better stop with the burns, or else the new classmates might accidentally notice. I don't want to have a reputation as a boy with suicidal tendencies in depression," Stefan grinned to himself, unhappily. Finally, the boy got out of his own thoughts and devoted himself entirely to looking around the city. It was a small but spacious town. The houses did not stand close together, but about ten meters apart, forming various shapes together. Most of the houses were white or light yellow with light gray roofs. Steph walked along the highway, a car passing by about once every five to ten minutes. He felt human in this town, unlike in Ottawa, where everything was moving, there was peace and quiet. Stefan squinted his eyes, looked out toward the bright sun, and noticed the lake ahead. Imperceptibly, the corners of his mouth rose. It was hard not to smile here - the lake's deep blue hue, lit by the bright sun at the same time, was beautiful. The guy looked at the time and, realizing it was already time to head back, reluctantly stomped toward home, farther and farther away from the sun.