A young boy sat alone in his room, lights off and blinds drawn. On his lap sat a little kitten he'd gotten a few weeks back when he first moved to the states, and a blue laptop he'd had for only a little longer. Those two things have been the only friends he'd had in a while.
"Hello," he said aloud trying his hardest to mask the accent that coated his every word. He'd always had it, expect back at home it was normal. Home. The word rang in his head. This was home now. He shuddered at the thought of this cold and evil place being home. Florida. It has seemed so nice just hearing about. Being there was different. He stroked the kitten and thought at least someone else knew how he felt. Elvis was a rescue, he almost died on the streets from malnourishment.
"I promise you'll always have more than enough to eat," the young boy whispered to the cat, feeling safe and comfortable with himself when it was to this cat. He hadn't exactly had an abundance of friends back home in England, as a matter of fact he was teased about as much there. But that was different. There they laughed at his geekiness and all the other things he loved about himself, too confident to ever care there. But here they attacked his voice. His physical appearance. His culture. That hurt. Maybe I can start to hide the accent. Don't do such British things, except he didn't exactly know what that meant. So he drank tea and had basic manners. The shows he liked were British but that was to be expected, he grew up in England.
Nothing could be worse , he thought. Moving to a new country at the start of middle school, 12 years old, was the worst of all things he'd ever experience. Or so he believed. So much to LEARN about here... I can't use this phrase or that, no one understands me. I can't do that they won't get the meaning... I'll be stuck forever learning how talk like an American. He opened his laptop and clicked play as he reached for his mug of tea and petted the grey kitten, but I refuse to leave Doctor Who and Tea. At least if he had to go through this hell, he had Elvis.
"You'll always be here, right, Buddy?"