I really love foggy weather, green forest and lovely sweet wind. I really love rainy season, not for bathig for fog and fortunately whole Edinburgh is filled with fog. Peoples said that in heavy rain, when two people fall in love with each other at first sigh and as the drop of water touch their heart and your heart start beating. Their love lasts until last breath. I get up for starting the first day at Edinburgh high school junior year. I really dont want to start school but for aunt jenna and for my future I've to study and I'll, it was my fathers dream to see me as a lawyer. As I opened the window I felt the buzzing air it was heavy with mist, whispering something, kinda that clung to your skin like a damp veil. It blurred the edges of the town, making even the familiar streets feel strange and untamed. I downstairs for having breakfast with aunt Remenise.

As I downstairs she said "good morning sleepy head."

I smiled back. She began "Elena, did you set your alarm? You’re going to be late."
I replied "I set it, but it didn’t ring. Or maybe I slept through it. Either way, I’m up now."
She chuckles"You know, you could have passed your driving test by now. The bike’s not cutting it in this weather."

I feeled embarrassed I replied "I’m trying, okay? It’s not like I crash on purpose." She gimme the bread from hot pan she passed me butter and said "Well, you’ll have to try harder. The hills here are no joke in the rain."

I know the hills are hiding many secrets in curiosity I said "The fog makes it kind of magical, though. Don’t you think?" She stared me for a second and replied "Magical?.. It’s cold and wet, darling. That’s not magic—it’s Scotland." I felt like she knew something just not telling me I repleid"Fine, no poetry for you today. I’ll see you later."

She said "Be careful, Elena. Watch the roads." I replied "I will. Don’t worry." I tightened my grip on the handlebars of my bike, my thoughts drifting to the test I kept failing. Driving felt like freedom a freedom I desperately wanted but couldn’t seem to grasp. I left on foggy, misty straight roads of Edinburgh. The air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of pine trees and damp soil. The forest roads were lined with towering evergreens, their branches reaching toward the overcast sky. Mist hovered like a blanket, softening the edges of the winding path.

My elegant bike was an old but well-kept machine, painted a deep, almost-black green that glistened when the light hit it just right. Its engine purred softly as I guided it down the straight stretches of road, where the mist thinned and gave way to glimpses of golden
fields beyond the trees.

I loved these early morning rides. The wind bit at my cheeks, cool and refreshing, and the world felt like mines alone. “This is what freedom feels like,” I thought, leaning into a gentle curve. The fog isn’t just fog. It’s a veil, hiding everything, even myself. I dont know Why, I can’t pass that test? Everyone else seems to manage just fine. Or Maybe I don’t want the independence as much as I think I do. But, No.. that’s not true. I do and..I need it. I wonder if I’ll make any friends at school because no one likes my awkwardness.

I stood outside the tall, iron gates of the school, clutching the strap of my bag so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart raced, and my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies—and not the pretty kind. The kind that made you feel like running away.

The school looked enormous, far bigger than the small one I’d attended back home. The building loomed above me, its brick walls and wide windows somehow both welcoming and intimidating. I adjusted my glasses, even though they didn’t really need adjusting, and tugged at the hem of my sweater.

The other students flowed past me in groups, laughing and talking like they’d known each other forever. I tried to blend in, but I couldn’t help feeling like I stuck out. Was my skirt too plain? Were my shoes too scuffed? I couldn’t decide if I wanted someone to notice me or if I wanted to disappear completely.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The hallway was loud, filled with the hum of chatter and the clatter of lockers slamming shut. My eyes darted around, trying to figure out where I was supposed to go. My schedule was crumpled in my hand, and my palms were already damp with sweat.

“Excuse me,” I muttered to a group of girls standing near a locker. They didn’t seem to hear me. Or maybe they did and just didn’t care. My cheeks burned as I stepped back.

I finally found the room for my history class after what felt like an eternity of wandering. My heart sank when I saw that almost every seat was already taken. Everyone looked so comfortable, chatting and laughing like they belonged. I tried to slide into a seat near the back, hoping no one would notice me.

The teacher walked in, a tall man with kind eyes who introduced himself as Mr. Smith. He smiled at the class, but it didn’t do much to settle the nerves twisting in my stomach.

“Let’s start with introductions,” he said.

My throat tightened. My hands gripped the edge of my desk as I stared down at the faint scratch marks on its surface. The students around me went one by one, their voices confident, their words smooth. When it was my turn, I hesitated.

“I’m… uh… Elena,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My face was burning, and I could feel every set of eyes in the room on me. “I… I like history.” Everyone making fun of me and my dress sense. Than I saw a boy wearing golden brown hair. His cold green eyes smiling at me and he has a tattoo on neck. I dont know why? But I smiled back.
There was an awkward silence before Mr. Smith smiled again and nodded. “Welcome, Elena.”

I forced a small smile, though I was sure it looked more like a grimace. As the introductions moved on, I tried to sink into my seat, wishing I could vanish.

The rest of the class passed in a blur. I jotted down notes and kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. But that mysterious guy comes and said "new in Edinburgh?"
Im introverted without thinking I replied "yes..I live with my aunt at candle maker street."

He narrow his eyes with think eyebrows his lips turned into smile and said "that's great. Btw if you need any help, feel free to ask me." He said and while going he whispered "your perfume smells nice." I felt awkward like why I told him my address!

At break, I sat at an empty table in canteen, nibbling on the sandwich I’d packed, hoping no one would notice me eating alone. But a girl notice me, she is coming towards me with a shy smile and blonde hair pony tail, her shining piercy green eyes, her walk is awkward like she walking straight like shy. She is coming probably taunt me or make fun of me. But when she said "Hey, you’re new, aren’t you?"
I hesitately replied "Is it that obvious?"

She said "You look lost. Like a lamb in a lion’s den. No offense." I feel like she is being friendly too me, like as I think about her it was all imagination. She is not arrogant. I replied  "None taken. I was going for deer in headlights, but lamb works too." Than she asked about my name I told my name and ask her name she replied " its, Celia, by the way. Nice to meet you  Elena. Let me guess..you’re from somewhere smaller than here. Right?" She was right I replied "Not really. Just quieter, I guess." She welcomes me it feel like it's the beginning of a deep friendship, "Well, welcome to the noise. I’ll be your tour guide if you survive Economic with Mr. Greaves."

I scared i narrow my eyes and whispers "Survive? That bad?"
She wide her eyes and brushing her blondie hair "Oh, worse. But you’ll see." Celia is really a talkative girl, she just keeps questioning and I'm just answering. I forgot I awkward I'm. I feel like, perhaps I deserve a person like her. She asks again "So, why’d you move here?" "Family stuff. My aunt lives here. I replied. She ask about my aunt that is she cool aunt or strict aunt?"

I dont know what I've to replied her, but I said "Somewhere in between. She worries a lot. She replied in sad tone "Better than my dad. He worries about everything and tries to control my life." Her bright face turn to dull, like a bright flower turn to a faded rose.

I held her hand"That sounds… intense. Celia." She said "You have no idea. But hey, at least he doesn’t make me ride a bike
everywhere."
I replied "Touché." And we left to library.