It's warmer here than Liverpool.
This thought was the first thing that had crossed Chance Heathe's mind the first few days of living in Canada. He'd only been here a few weeks, and he already missed Scouseland. After more than a few harsh encounters with various people from his old school, some foul characters harassing his family, his mum decided to move the small accompaniment of family members to Toronto, Canada: a four-hour time difference. He'd adjusted to the time difference well enough during the first few weeks, so sleep, jet-lag and oddly-timed hunger pangs were no longer of problem. The weather, however, was something he had yet to acclimate himself to. Sixty to seventy-degree weather in September just wasn't something he was used to. The lack of the metric system, different accents and dialects of English, the only language he used. He'd repeatedly kicked himself mentally for not taking French at his old highschool, as he'd been repeatedly gabbled at by angry French-Canadian people who were frustrated with his ignorance more than once. He'd learned how to say "I am a foreigner" in French which lacked a proper accent, though that was nearly all.
Now, he was beginning at a new school. Auburn Academy: a slightly strange name for a slightly strange boarding school, he supposed. He'd never been to an all-male school, and as he descended the few steps from a public bus, looking ahead to the large, three-section figure of the school, the realization that he'd probably be lacking a girlfriend for quite some time struck him as a dull pain in the middle of his chest. Let the loneliness slowly creep back in again, curling tightly around his lungs and constricting airflow as he settled to sleep at night. He could only hope that he'd have room-mates.
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(( I'll write Gabriel's post when things get more active. o 3o ))
