Prologue

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December, 2018.


Constant daydreams kept me distracted before the loud noises of an airport filled my ears. I leaned back in my navy blue leather chair, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to close my eyes and block out every noise and sight, but the direct sunlight hitting me face through the giant windows that outlooked the runway didn't make it easy. My eyes shot open and and I let my head fall back on the chair, soon sitting up straight and looking at the people sitting across from me. There were three girls chatting among themselves, not making an effort to talk to me. My mother sat between them, and her new husband. I was sitting away from them, alone. Intrusive thoughts kept me awake at night. I knew I wasn't prepared and ready for this new chapter in my life; moving to a whole different country, with a new family that didn't seem like family, even if we've been a family for two years. And adding on, a man that my mother got married to that I had to call dad. They were strangers to me as I was to them. My mother continuous convinced that this was a new beginning for us, a new start and that we could leave our bad past behind. I didn't want a new beginning, or a new start. I didn't want a new family. I don't want to move out of my home, and I certainly did not want to leave my childhood that she called a "bad past" behind.

"Flight to London, England, boarding now."

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