The start of something new

Jessica's pov

It was the end of the break but instead of packing to go back to Bailey High, I packed winter clothes to go to the Netherlands. My brother worked there and there was a great university near his workplace. My dad thought it was perfect for both of us to stay near and Peter could help me settle down. Early in the morning, we got out our luggage and wished our parents goodbye. Peter had asked Dad to rest. We both headed to the airport alone. It was better as we both knew that there was going to be a big crowd to see Dad. We wanted the trip to go as calm as possible so we made the decision to go to the Netherlands alone. I flipped through the 'Great Oak High' booklet in the whole flight. It was gonna be different from Bailey High and I would have to make new friends again. We finally reached the Netherlands and made our way to the exit. There were many cars and buses at the pickup station. Peter waved at one of the cars and a head came out of the window. When he saw us, he got down and walked towards us. He greeted me by placing a kiss on my hand. I smiled. It was all so new to me. He went to hug Peter next but he was out of it. He was staring at the car window. It was like waiting for someone to come out. The guy saw him staring and said that Nora was not here. Those words brought Peter back to reality. I turned around to look at him. He seemed out of it. I asked him who Nora was but instead he introduced me to the guy. His name was Daniel. He took our luggage and put it in the back seat of the car. I slid in at the back and Peter took the front seat beside Daniel. The whole ride was filled with a comfortable silence. Daniel and Peter talked once or twice about small talk and then went back to the silence. We finally pulled up in front of the university I had been dreading. 'Oakwood High' was written in back with shiny stones outlining it. It was not very different from Bailey High but I missed that rush and the courts and the flowers. Oakwood High was big, not much bigger than Bailey High but it was surely different. There were no people rushing around, there were no cameras surrounding the entrance, there were no parents crying, it all looked so normal but non- pleasant at the same time. I missed Bailey High so much that I wanted to cry.