Finished, finally finished! It had been a few hours since me, my mother and the movers were emptying the truck that contained our stuff. And we were done, although there were still a few boxes left. We had put everything that was like sofa, bed, furniture, table, refrigerator, etc ...

I was currently on the bed in my room, which was placed at right angles to my window. Next to my bed was my desk, where there was my laptop and my drawing materials, because yes in addition to playing the guitar and sometimes singing, I draw, but I do more pencil drawings. There was of course my closet with my tomboy clothes behind a black curtain, and a bookshelf with mangas and books. But the most important things in my room were on the walls, it was my guitars. I owned two acoustic guitars and two electric guitars, among the electric guitars I had a Vintage V100 TSB,

and a Chapman ML-1.

And among my acoustic guitars I had a Fender Tim Armstrong Hellcat Acoustic,

and finally a Fender T-Bucket 300CE FLM MLB.

They were all hanging on the walls in a random fashion, all of them except one. The fender T-Bucket was between my bed and my desk, that was because it meant a lot to me. It was the first guitar I played with, I got it when I was 6 years old. Yes it is quite young especially considering the difference in size that there was between me and this guitar, but it is like that. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was 6 p.m. I left my bedroom and walked to the living room. My mother was sitting on the couch doing her paperwork, as for me I walked to the door, which did not go unnoticed by her.

With a questioning and irritated raised eyebrow, she asked me where I was going.  I put my hand on the door handle, not even bothering to look at her to avoid the screams I saw coming as big as an airplane. " I'm going for a walk, let me remind you that we stayed in the car for several hours. And that way I'll try to get used to this town. " I replied with a stoically voice. With a loud voice, she said  :
" All right, but you'd better be there at 7:30 p.m.! And don't talk to me that way !! ".

I sighed in annoyance before stepping out, slamming the door lightly. With my hands in my jeans pockets, I started walking out of the neighborhood, and after a long moment I was in the beginning of the city. My neutral gaze, which was once again hidden by my hair, often changed of direction. Sometimes it was directed towards the street, sometimes towards the sky, sometimes towards the passers-by and sometimes towards the many shops of clothes, jewelry, and more.. I continued to walk, memorizing the path I had taken so i could not get lost, and then I felt a drop fall on my face. Then two, then three, and finally a downpour... " Oh come on are you kidding ?! " I thought pissed.

The rain did not bother me, but if I returned home soaked, my mother was going to scream on me. Not because I could be wet but because I was going to dirty the house. I looked around and I saw a little a few meters from me a cafe. I ran quickly to go there, and I crossed the wooden and glass door. The doorbell signaling my arrival rang, I was greeted by certain glances from customers and employees, I answered them... well in fact I did not answer them, instead I rolled my eyes to be able to make them understand that their glances were kinda annoying. I looked at the tables, trying to find a  place to sit and unfortunately they were all taken.  But there was a table where I had the impression that there was no one there, but unfortunately for me a girl with white hair was at this table, wait ... white hair?

" It's strange... looks like the girl from this dream ... Damn what am I talking about ?!  Nowadays a bunch of girls dye their hair white, it could be anyone and then it's just a dream ", I thought, eyeing this girl. After a small sigh of defeat, I walked over to this table.  As I said the girl in there has white hair, her skin was pretty clear but not too much, I would have said a shade below mine.  His eyes were blue but they felt much more like gray, a rather fascinating color that people could observe for hours.  I didn't pay attention to her dress, but I could see that there were no hot drink or food on her table, which probably meant she had just arrived.  Once close to her, she noticed me and I spoke to her stoically.

" Hello, can I sit here?  All the seats are
taken. " I asked her as politely as possible. She looked me head to toe, and tried to look at me in the eye, but with my hair slightly wet from the rain hiding them a bit, it was complicated.  She finally answered me with a slight smile :
" Yeah of course, there's no problem.". After her confirmation, I sat down across from her.  We weren't on chairs but as on sofa chairs, which suited me since I had been walking for a long time.  The waiter came to our table, I could bet anything you want he was going to take me for a guy too.

" Hello, what can I serve you ? " he said joyful. The girl in front of me gave her order first, she just took a lemon pie and the waiter wrote it down in his notebook. " Great, what about you young man ? " he asked me. I won, it was always like that being an androgynous, and given the girl's non-reaction, she must have taken me for a guy too.  Anyway, I gave my order to the waiter which was a hot chocolate, he wrote it down and left.  Currently, I was hoping that this girl was not the talkative type, otherwise it would very quickly become a boring situation.  But I saw that she was texting on her phone, and besides it made me think that I had to send a message to my mother to tell her that I would be home later.  I pulled out my phone and texted her..

I am in a coffee while the rain subsides, I will surely be home later than expected.
18 h 47

You did well, I don't want you to dirty the house.  But as soon as the rain stops you better come back, and don't talk to strangers
18h48

It was pretty stupid that she told me not to talk to strangers since she knew I hardly ever spoke.  Even with my friends during our discussions I would just say short answers.  I put my phone in my sweatshirt pocket and when I looked up, I saw the girl staring at me.  She was trying to look at my eyes again which kinda annoyed me.  Seriously, was she ever taught that staring at people was rude ?
I quickly asked her why she was looking at me like that. She understood by the tone of my voice that her actions pissed me off, and to avoid any problem she stopped staring at me.

" Sorry I was trying to see your eyes, but your hair prevents me and it stresses me.. " she said nervously. "Well, you'll have to get used to this stress" , I replied coldly. But I saw some curiosity in her gaze, which meant that she was going to ask me a question, and I knew which one : " Why are you covering your eyes?  Is it to make a style? ". Just like I said, but I still tried to quickly end this conversation, especially when the main topic was me. " No it's not to make a style, I have own my reasons that you don't need to know. " I replied.

Some people really had to be careful with what they say. But to my delight, the waiter finally arrived with my hot chocolate and the girl's lemon pie that he put on the table.  She said a small thank you accompanied by a smile, while I had simply given a look to the waiter which expressed the same thing.  Once he had gone to send the orders for the other customers, she started her lemon pie, which she seemed to really enjoy.  I drank my hot chocolate slowly, but in a rather peculiar way ... do you see how Levi Ackerman drinks his tea?  Well I do it the same way and for the same reasons you don't have to know, it's embarrassing.  It was really delicious, and the feeling of the hot liquid coming down my throat warmed me a bit.
" Soon there will be the resumption of school, I can not wait ....!"  she whispered excitedly.

If she said such a thing, that for some would be impossible, it was in my opinion for two possible reasons.  Either it was because she couldn't wait to see her friends, or, it was a class first.  Yeah, the kind of teen who loves school and who gives cakes to the teacher at the end of the year.  But hey, we criticize them but it is not uncommon for people like that to succeed very well in the end.  However, to come back to her possibilities, in my opinion for her it had to be the first option.  And it was also by looking at her attentively that I realized that she looked to be my age, so I wondered if she was in my future high school.  Unfortunately for me, she started a conversation again, with the same thing in mind. " Oh fuck..can't I just be alone ? ".

" Sooo.. In which Highchool are you ? " she asked me. I replied that I was going to Harllow High, even though I wasn't in it yet. " Oh really ? That's strange.." she started to say.I took a sip of my chocolate and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. I didn't say anything about his comment and yet she continued..
" I know most of the guy of Harllow High but I have never seen you.." she said confusedly.

First, with those words she confirmed me that she thought I was a guy, as usual. But on the other hand, I absolutely wanted to be alone, at least not having knowledge, friend or anything else in my new high school.. I really didn't wanted that. But it is known that it is rare that things happened just like as we thought. And the fact that I met someone before it was the first class day that I was part of it... it was a huge proof of it. Fuck.

I started to explain " It's normal that you have never seen me, for two reasons. The first one is because I just moved. ". " Oh really ? " she replied with a smile. " Why me ... she can't just finish her fucking lemon pie and hurry to stop ! "  I thought desperate. I felt like I was never going out of this conversation. " I see it's logical, I hope you will enjoy our high school !" She said enthusiastic, before asking me what was the last reason. As I thought that I could enjoy this high school if her and her friend could leave me alone, I took another sip of my hot chocolate, before making a slight head movement to clear my hair so that she could see my face a bit. Why? So that she could assimilate what I was going to say.

" The second one is because I'm a girl " I said as calm as possible. It took her a few seconds before the information reaches her brain. And at that moment, she blushed of embarrassment. In his way of looking at me, with his eyes wide, it was obvious that she was shocked. Not because she saw that I looked like a girl at the face level ... no it was the complete opposite. Even with my face I looked like a guy.

" Oh god.. I-I'm so sorry I didn't know ! With your physic and even your voice I truly thought that you were a guy.." she said shamefully.
" Hm, it doesn't matte. I'm used to it anyway and I don't care about it " I replied with a small shrug. The white haired girl looked down and, to my greatest happiness, finally finished her fucking pie. She got up taking her stuff to leave, but before that ... she opened it again : " I hope to see you in class tomorrow, hoping that we are in the same one ! Oh and by the way, I'm Harmony."

Honestly I hoped that what she had just said was not going to happen. But, since she had reveal her name, she did not seem to want to leave unless she knows mine. I didn't really have the choice, so I told her. " Alexia. ".

She guessed it was my first name without any problem, even though I hadn't said my last name.  And satisfied, she left after paying, leaving me alone, hallelujah. Looking outside I saw that the rain would soon stop, at the sight of the number of drops which diminished considerably over time. I drank the last sip of my hot chocolate and stood up, paying and leaving a small tip for the waiter.  I walked towards the exit when I stopped, because a something caught my attention.

In a corner of the cafe, I saw a teenage couple, two or three years younger than me, kissing.  I didn't know what disgusted me the most, the kiss or their love?  This thing besides being useless disgusted me to the highest point. 
" People who does the French kiss in PUBLIC... private places are fucking made for that.  " I thought, annoyed. Anyway, after this horror scene I left the cafe and as I had predicted, the rain had stopped falling.  I could go home with peace of mind.

When I got home the first thing I saw was my mother, sleeping, still with her paperwork around her. But having noticed the dirty plate in front of her on the small table, I guessed that she had already eaten. I walked over to her, there was a blanket right next to her. I tidied up the paperwork on the small table as best I could in small piles, it was always better than scattered all over the place. And finally, I put the blanket on her." Pff, why am I even doing this..." I thought, this time desperate for myself.

What I had just done, I knew I could wait centuries for my mother to do the same.  She didn't care about me ... A plus, since my dumb daddy was sent to jail, a part of my mom deep down inside of her hated me for throwing the person she loved most in the world.  Yes, she loved my father much more than me, he was her favorite, even thought he wasn't doing anything.  I was just there, in the background, a ghost wandering around them.  But hey, I guess there was nothing I could have done about it ..

I went into the kitchen to make myself something quick to eat, like a little cheese and ham sandwich.  And once in my stomach, I went up to the bathroom to take a good shower, I really needed it.  Feeling the warm water on my skin had relaxed me pleasantly.  After putting on my pajamas which consisted of gray shorts and a black tank top, washing my teeth, doing my hair ... in short the evening routine, I rushed to my room to go and slip into my warm bed.

" Tomorrow will be my first day in this high school, I hope I won't see that Harmony again, or whoever it is... I want to be alone, that's how I'm meant to be... and that  fit me perfectly. ". And it was with this last thought, and hope, that I closed my eyes so that I could finally sleep, not knowing what was going to happen to me in my new high school, or more precisely... in my new life.