Being forced to move by my parents' work was quite interesting. A new country, a new city, new people around. It was inspiring, but the only thing that got in the way was the lack of knowledge of the language... It was hard to navigate the streets, visit shops.... and also school..

Trembling all over, he trudged along the corridor, awkwardly looking around at the students around. He listened to everyone around him, trying to cling to at least one word, to remember, to understand at least something. After all, he didn't even know where his class was, and he didn't have the chance to ask.

Looking around for a less... intimidating and kind-looking person, he noticed her, a girl standing away from the others, engrossed in her phone.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly approached her. His knees were trembling, and his palms were sweating. He reached out slowly, gently tugging on her sleeve to get her attention. As soon as she looked up at him, he immediately looked away, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other...

"Um..."

"DAMN IT, WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?!"