The first day of school quickly arrived, I was about to start my AS levels. The school was now different. There were new people I had never seen before, there was a new smell to burnt food and there were no sounds, making the hallways a very scary place. Most of my friends had left to go to colleges and other schools, including Sarah who attended to a very selective girl’s boarding school in Scotland. Now I felt alone. In lunch I had no one to sit with as I didn’t talk with any members of my class. There were some visible changes in the canteen. There was also a new chef, whose food had a disgusting taste and an even worst smell. I decided not to eat those disgusting things, every lunch time I was always sitting on my own listening to the other students talk very loudly. However, one day Tom, a boy who joined me in biology classes, started talking about young football players that will end up being world wide famous. That made me remember about the photograph in the French newspaper. I had totally forgotten about it. Now I felt like finding out who that boy was. During lunch I decided to go to the library to do some research about the mysterious boy. However I did not find anything. He was neither in the list of young football players nor in the list of the young football players in Lyon. That made me freak out. Who was that boy I had seen on the French newspaper? I wanted to find out who he was.
I was not sure how could I find out who this boy was. Maybe I was not supposed to find out. Maybe it was none of my business to find out about him. First, I thought of asking my parents but then I decided that if they knew anything they should have told me. I was very confused and decided for the second time to forget about it, although I did not succeed.
Weeks later, I was in the library. I decided to look at the BBC News. Then, I saw a big, red, bold headline stating ‘French Footballer Star’. I quickly clicked on it. I was about to find out who he was! Once the article had loaded, I tried to find a photograph of him, however he was not like me, it had all been a mistake. Although he was also seventeen years old, he was called George Dennis. I was relaxed now, there was not anyone identical to my. I was unique!
The days passed quickly. However, my life did not change. I continued to sit in that rough table on my own, without eating that disgusting food, listening to the loud noises the other students were making and smelling that unpleasant smell. It was time for my Advance Level Examinations. I had decided to do A Level Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Maths, English and Spanish in order to go to a good university and study medicine and once I had graduate continue studying internal medicine. I was very nervous when I entered the examinations room. Although it was not my first time inside I did notice some changes. There was an unusual smell to meat, probably because Mr. Phillips had not have time to eat on the canteen and the walls had been painted blue.
My examinations went well, however I was not sure of whether or not I wanted to continue my studies in university. Once it was summer, I had to graduate and then travel around the country from interview to interview. I had been accepted at Edinburgh University. Edinburgh University was impressing. It had one of the best laboratories in the UK, big gardens, delicious food and very nice people, but I still did not know if I wanted to go to this university or not. I will be so far away from home, I will continue to feel alone like this two last years.
Finally, after being persuaded by Sarah and my parents I decided to attend to Edinburgh Medical School. The last day in London was the saddest of all. I had to leave my favourite city, full of high building, monuments, shopping centres and multi national people. I knew I was going to miss that place.
It was compulsory for students to stay at college at least for the first year, so once I had settled at college I decided to look for a job. The classes were OK, although I did prefer my school teachers. At college they offer me a job in the library, I had to work 2 hours a day and my wage was of about £60 every month. The maximum time I could work was 2 hours, as they wanted me to continue studying hard. However working in the library did have many advantages, I was able to use the computer at any time and I had a special study room.
One day, once my job time had finished I decided to go on MSN and talk to Sarah. Sarah was studying Economics and Finance in Imperial College, in London and since my arrival to Edinburgh we had not talk. Although, that was what I thought, as according to Sarah someone had been around London saying it was me. I was petrified, went Sarah told me. She was surprised by my reaction. “So, you did not came to London last week?”, Sarah wrote.
“Of course not, I have been here since October the first. I have not been to London!”, I wrote. Then I remember the French footballer from Lyon who Sarah and I saw in a French newspaper. “Sarah, do you remember the French boy we saw in the newspaper. I think it was him who came!”.
“No, that is impossible. He was identical to you, he knew all your friends he was you!”
“Well, I have to go now. I will try to go back to London on the Christmas holidays and we will find out who this individual was”.