WORLDS Apart

Chapter 1

'Next!' a petite middle aged woman yells.

'Hi,' I said, my eyes full of glee, 'Nice weather we having aye.' 'You know what's missing; a nice glass of cold jui-.'

'Passport,' she says and down the drain my attempt of small talk goes.

'Ok,' I say clearly seeing how disinterested she was to have this conversation.
I begin to to open my duffle bag in search of my passport and ticket. I couldn't find it, I rummage through it again anxiously as I laugh nervously looking at the desk officer.
'It must be here somewhere,' I say mentally cursing myself if I left it at home, 'Wait, one second.'

'You better tell me you did not leave your passport and ticket at the old house or you are grounded for life young lady,' my father says clearly about to have my head.

At that moment in my life I felt that feeling of panic, where sweat trickles down your neck as if you were in a life and death situation. 'I vow I put it here somewhere,' at this point all I need is some ice for my ear just incase my mother is angry and decides to shamelessly and brutally pinch my ear in anger, 'Found it!'

A feeling of relief washed over me as I giggled nervously at my dad. Mother just gave me the "seriously" look but I couldn't blame her for it. Look at me, I'm an incoherent teenager who has a long queue of people screaming bloody murder awaiting their turn; sue me!

My dad turns away from me to look at the desk officer, 'Teenagers, am I right?' he says with an apologetic look clearly embarrassed.

'I vow it wasn’t there at first!' I tell my dad as we walk towards the the plane.

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“Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing," the captain says as I yawn out of my sleep, my mouth shamelessly wide open.

'Wow, such a lady,' my little brother says sarcastically.
'You can shove it Jake,' I say annoyed. Like who does he think he is. He came out after me; I practically own his ass.

He sticks out his tongue and I do the same. It becomes some childish juvenile competition, 'Meh.' we repeat over and over until. 'Can you two stop it! What is this nonsense?' mom says exasperated.

'He started it!'
'She started it!'

We exclaimed simultaneously.

"And you Karma, how old are you!?"
'16,' I say sensing a lecture coming on. "So act like it dear, at least you can try be the mature one here." 'Yes mom, sorry mom.'
'Good, now the plane has landed, take your things, don't forget anything,' mom says rising from her sit.

"Since when are you 16, last time I checked your birthday isn't until May,' Jake said as we walked away from the plane.
'16, 15, same difference,' I reply constantly reciting a motto in my head.

Be mature, be mature.

'Does this look like the face of a video game mastermind who cares,' he says with his chest.
'No but it does look like the face of a ten year old boy who still wets the bed,' I said.

'Mom says it means I'm growing up to become a man!' he says noticing how I began to walk away.

"Momma's boy!' I yell playfully.

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'I don't understand why you have to drop us off at the school already, when we just arrived in Southampton? I haven't even  gotten the feel of England yet, I still need to polish my fake accent. Bridgerton won't be able to get me into it as much as a possible encounter with someone British would.' I tried to argue with my parents.