I wrote this story as an assignment for English class. We should tell about our thoughts and expierences of coming to a boarding school in England. A short autobiographical story. Please excuse all my grammar and spelling errors, I was new to an english-school and my english was quite bad. 

 August 25th  at the airport, I get the first doubts. Was this the right decision? Will I regret it later? The hole days in my holiday i tried to stay cool and calm. Every time when some one asked me: „Lea are you a little bit nervous?“ I always answered with a short relaxed „Of course not! It was my decision!“. But now I stand here. Behind the airport security with my mother on my right hand side and my father on my left hand side. Still trying to act calm and happy. But I don’t feel like this. In my head everything is going around. Thoughst about the past, pictures of me and my friends beeing happy and laughing all together, and thoughts about my future. Questions ... a lot of questions. My heart beats faster and faster. I want to sit but I can’t. England. Before all that England was a for me only a country in Europe. A country in Europe with out the Euro and cars driving on the false site. But now it will get my home. For six months or maybe longer. /school name - censored/. My new home. With out Mom, Dad, Brother, Pets and Friends. Why would a normal thinking person do something like this? I have to smile. That is the point. I am not normal. I want to gain new expierence, meet some new people and I want to get away from these stupid german teachers. I want?!. Doubts come slowly up in to my throat. What if no one will like me? Or my teachers are terrible like my German teachers? „Lea don’t forget to wear your schooluniform tidely. And please be nice to the teachers.“ This is the moment where my parents try to get all the stuff they always wanted to say into my little human brain. My father give me a smile. I interprete it like a: „She is more nervous then you. That’s normal!“ and give him my best fake smile back. „Don’t worry mom. I will try my best.“ Now we were all smiling. But I don’t know if even one of these smile is real. Worries cover the litte Café where we are sitting like a dark and huge veil. This is the time. My Time. The Time were you can’t turn around and leave. The Time to face your fear. Face to Face. The Airplane is ready. But I don’t know If I am. - Meaningless