I took a short glance around my room, examining it's light purple walls and all the pictures I hadn't yet taken down. I stopped to look at every picture carefully, trying to memorize the moment in it. In one picture, I was hugging my best friend, Tiffany, as her arms were wrapped around my petite waist. We had matching superhero costumes and our expressions were beyond happy. Then I turned to look at a picture next to the window - it was a picture of me and my friends on a camping trip few years ago. Tiffany was hugging her boyfriend Yongguk while I stood next to a guy named Jimin, who I had, kinda dated (?) a while back. We were just friends now though (friends that hooked up occasionally that is). We had hooked up for the last time last weekend, when my clique of friends had decided to throw a farewell party to me. I had enjoyed every bit of it, but I couldn't stop worrying about my future in this strange, completely new place that I was supposed to start calling my home. The hairs on my back stood up in fear, as I imagined walking down the corridor, while everyone stared at me like I had been a visitor from beyond the ozone layer. I already drew enough attention with my looks and good sense of fashion, so being "the new girl" on top of all that would be a burden, most likely. As much as I adored being the very centre of attention, there were limits that even I couldn't handle. I had never in my life been the new interesting student, so this would either be the best thing that had ever happened to me, or the absolute worst. 

I would have to start all over again.

Of course I could be in touch with my old friends, but the city I was moving to was way too far for them or me to visit that often. Tiffany would probably visit me often enough, but as for my other friends - I had a weird ich they wouldn't even call me that often. It wasn't because our relationships weren't that deep, but more because everyone in my circle had either girlfriends or boyfriends and that alone was a good enough reason for me to think like I did.

Mom was there to help me pack my stuff. I had loads of things to take with me (being a fashion enthusiast) and loads of things to get rid off, so the moving process wasn't exactly an easy task for me. Being a fairly systematic person, I had luckily started my packing over few months before the actual move, so I didn't have much left to back, when the day finally came.

"Honey, could you take this to the car?" mom asked, arching a brow while handing me her golfing set. I rolled my eyes and sighed frustratedly.

"You're not gonna need that on our way there. Leave it here and grandad will bring it later", I mumbled, continuing my packing. Mom let out a tired groan.

"Please... I can't leave my babies..." she held her 8-piece set close to her chest and glared at me accusingly. My mom was as stubborn as I was, but to be thirty years older than me and still be as stubborn as a 18 year-old, that's where it went wrong. I snorted and streched out my hand.

"Fine. Give me that", I took the set from her embrace and piled it on top of my own things that I was going to take downstairs, all the way to the car outside.

"Thank you honey! Also could you bring the sanitary products from the bathroom? My hands are full." Mom was holding a big suitcase and a pile of clothes on top of it.

"Yes..." I sighed and walked my way to the bathroom. While gathering all the facemasks and oils and scrubs, I took a glance in the mirror. A brown-haired girl with dark eyes and a round face was staring back at me. I took a deep breath and gathered myself. I was going to make this work, for myself.

The next day I spent my day traveling, first by plane, then by car. My uncle picked me and my family from the airport and gave us a ride to our new home.

The house didn't look too bad, it was actually way better than the old one. It