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Part II.

Rule #2: people around you do not define you as a person

Prologue

This summer was different. Unlike in previous years, this time I had little rest and did a lot of urgent business.

What kind of business? Well, switching schools is not as easy as it seemed to me at first. At least because I handled all the paperwork exclusively myself. My grandma said, that if I am so tired of “quiet life”, then all the following complications are up to me only. I didn’t argue or complain. I just asked for the details and began my own journey.

Thankfully to this experience, the reality of the beginning of my life’s new chapter was even more noticeable. I felt the change. And it made me extremely happy.

Firstly I wanted to choose the school I used to go to in the 1st grade (but then my mother went to the hospital and I had to be placed in my personal “hell”). But my almost only friend outside the boarding school, Julia, convinced to change the decision. She persuaded me, that the school she goes to is a much better option, also it would be easier for me to blend into this new environment since Julia is going to be by my side the whole time. I had no doubts that I made the best choice.

Well, in the future, I could never be more grateful to Julia for this school in my life.

***

But for now I was scared. New students, new teachers, new building – absolutely everything is completely unexplored by me yet!

What are my new classmates going to think about me? And what am I going to think about them? And… boarding schools are strikingly different from regular schools. So, what rules do they have? How do they manage to go home on everyday basis? How do they manage to do homework at home on everyday basis? How does this normal system work? I have never experienced this “normal” life, I just don’t know.

Julia, who knew my whole situation, tried to calm me and reassure that there is nothing to be worried about. It is just a school.

Yes, it is just a school. But it is a problem to me! The last time, when there was an ordinary school in my life, I was a little kid! I can hardly remember those times. But now I willingly entered this new… not just a chapter, but a whole part of my life.

I’m standing in the backyard of the school, surrounded by new faces and my new class, my new principal is congratulating us on the start of the new school year, and I realize this:

I deliberately closed the last book. I am opening a new one.

I am willing to fill it with the most vivid and memorable events! I promise, Valerie, your new life begins now.

Chapter 1

If to say that life in this school is different from life in the previous one, it's the same as saying nothing. This life is extra different!

I am not that good at making friends yet, but my new class amazes me. I was used to the faces I basically grew up with so much, that I didn’t even know that people can be so… various!

Of course, you could notice some ordinaries, but there are still unique girls and boys here.

For example, two guys, who are best friends, Max and Sergei. They seem to be mischievous and daredevils, but I can see through them: these boys are extraordinary, wonderfully creative and capable of many great doings.

Or, as another example, there is this girl Kate. She is an A-grader since the 1st grade, just like I used to be. But I also see, that she has this huge inner strength and beautiful personality, which I am trying to achieve, too.

And for now I have this strange feeling of certainty, almost assurance, that soon enough my life will take another sharp twist, which will bring one of my countless dreams come true.

***

First month in my new school is going great. I feel relieved, happy and motivated.

I even took a part in an interesting contest, thrown by Nickelodeon. All I had to do was to write a short essay on the topic “Why do you like this blogger?”. The list of bloggers was not long, but I chose my only favorite one – Nastya Miani. She seems more natural and real, if to compare to others.

And the prize for the first place is great and very desirable to me: full-paid travel to the capital of my country, Moscow, and the ceremony, where the winner is going to meet the blogger they chose and will be traditionally doused with slime in Nickelodeon way. I want it, I want it, I want it!

Of course, I am more interested in the trip to Moscow, but that upcoming event is interesting, too.

Anyway, I haven’t won yet, and it is unlikely that I will. There are millions of teenagers, participating in the competition, I probably don’t have a chance.

So, I decided to forget about this completely.

And if the thoughts about the contest were easily ignorable, I couldn’t stop dreaming about Moscow.

This summer I’ve had a dose of inspiration. I realized that I am capable of much more, than having an ordinary job in my hometown for the rest of my life. I want to gain fame, money, of course, and, most of all, recognition. I want to have a possibility to send my flow of energy to millions of people! I want to motivate them. I want to share love and peace with the world.

Now I feel like I can conquer all of the challenges I will face! I know that I can.

And, of course, the first step in my own path is going to Moscow – the city of success. And not that kind of success the It contains so many different people who are heading straight forward every day!

I don't have those overestimated illusions about how wonderful it is to live in this city and how everything will change at the moment you get off the plane. But I believe that with the right approach and your own strength you can really turn your life in the capital into a fairytale, filled with your dreams come true.

So, I am late, of course. Again!

The only thing about this school which is not great is that I am being late even more often than usual, because I have to take the full road from my home to the school every day! And while studying in the boarding school, I had this whole way on Mondays only.

And the first class is Mrs. Natalya’s. Oh my goodness. I’m dead! Because she is the only teacher, who has this weird tradition: everyone, who’s late, must dance for a minute in front of the class. My classmates were always happy to perform something funny, but I am still too new! What if they think that I am embarrassing or cringe?