We arrived the next day, early in the morning. Of course, it was raining, so we were a little delayed. I grabbed my carry-on, and went over to my dad's side, since he was only a few rows away from me. We departed, and we entered the airport. We met up with mom and Cara, and called some person to pick us up.
I started feeling really weird after seeing the glossy black limo pull up. It was bulletproof, and it's the only vehicle allowed to exit and enter the compound other than government vehicles. The compound was near Holmes Chapel, the only town I knew of. We were there within an hour, because the driver hit like, every red light.
The compound was huge. Small, but big at the same time. The large gates allowed our entrance, and Cara couldn't sit still. She was so excited, and apparently our house was freaking huge. As we pulled up, it was bigger than any house I'd seen. Dad was smiling wide, a small sparkle in his eyes. We hopped out, and I instantly claimed the room upstairs, with a freaking balcony and my own bathroom. I had a circle bed, and light blue carpet. The walls were white, and the bathroom was a light ivory/cream. I flopped down on my bed, and sniffed the room. Smells like home. Dad said our bags would be here by the end of the week, so I wasn't in the mood to change. I plugged in my iPhone, and went to bed, even though it was like, 10AM here in England. But back in America, it was 5.
