Meriliya Sanchez (Ongoing Editing)

Chapter 10

Dear Diary, 

So many things have happened in the last few hours that I could barely keep up with the pace. Here I thought he was my friend, well, only friend and he does this. For God's sake, I got so worried about him the other day and even went to the extreme of searching for his apartment right after work and for what? I looked after him when I found him alone and sick- I don't expect appreciation or anything in return. No, that's not me. I'm only saying I cared for him as a friend and this happens just the day after. There's always something, isn't it? It never lasts the way I always wish it would. I lost Kay. I lost Jamie too and I forgave HIM, Jack for his said 'accident'. I spent time with him because I felt I was being a little rude and unfair to him by always cancelling hangouts. I started being less protective and you know ignorant because I actually thought he was a nice person and he genuinely wanted to be friends. I think all that and I find him basically doing one of the unexpected things. The best part is, he doesn't even look like one of those guys who do 'stuff' like that. The other day I stayed over at his place because he was sick and more than anything alone. He looked so innocent. I would have never assumed or even had the thought he'd turn out to be like this. And even now, I'm sure if he comes behind me apologising, I know I will fall for it and forgive him saying 'he's only human and we all mess up'. But I just don't know, diary...
Why can't they be loyal to me and treat me the way I treat them? Why do they find some way or another to break me? Why do they hurt me in the most unexpected ways to even think of? I am that easy, huh? And the best part is I still can't find it in me to hate them. I can't hate someone no matter what they do to hurt me. Why? Why can't I be tough? Why do I have to be so easy on people? 
One thing I'm never gonna ever do is let people in. I'll be nice to them of course but I will NOT invite friendships ever again. This is a promise I'm making to you but most importantly to myself. I doubt I'd keep it though. 

I leave the public library and head to the bus stand to go home for the night. 

Five minutes later 

Ten minutes later

Fifteen minutes later 

Twenty minutes later

I wave to the bus driver and walk, kicking a few rocks along the sidewalk that leads to my house. I open the gate to my house and take my own cool time to walk to the front door. 

When I open the front door, my dad, mom and Fallon are all seated in the living room with the TV on. I pass by them but soon stop in my tracks when I hear my father literally bark. 

"Where were you?" He barks 

"I-I was out- at the library" I tell him the truth. 

"From morning?" He raises his brow in disbelief. 

"Yes," I responded. 

"Not that I care anyway, but there's something Carolyn has to tell you..." he begins and turns his head to my mother. 

"Pack your things, we're leaving for London in a couple of hours" she commands, making my heart beat stop completely caught off guard. 

"L-london?" I stutter just to make sure I heard her correctly. 

"Are you deaf? I clearly just said we're going to London in a couple of hours. Go pack your suitcase!" She yells. I nod my head mumbling 'sorry' before going upstairs to my room. 

London? London as in England? That is...almost ten hours away. More like nearly five thousand miles away. Why London though? What about my education seeing that I'm still studying? I've just got my senior year and then college. That is if only I could keep my grades as high as possible. 

Without wasting anymore time thinking about all this I do what I'm told to do and that is pack my suitcase. I grab my black suitcase from under my bed and dump all my clothes from the top shelf to the last drawer. I don't own a lot of clothing which I'm thankful for. I pack all my foot wear, that is; three pairs of sneakers, two pairs of converse, three pairs of boots, two pairs of heels and two pairs of sandals and a pair of flip flops. That is quite a lot but I mean if we're moving, I might not need all of them. Well thanks to my stinginess I'm not reducing the number of shoes I'm carrying. I pack my phone charger, toiletries, a few important notebooks and whatnot. Looks like I have to forget about my collection of books. Will they ship all of these things there? 

I take one last glance at my room after packing whatever that is needed for London and walk downstairs to the living room to find my parents and Fallon all dressed up, ready to leave. I look down at what I'm wearing. I let out a sigh of relief because I'm dressed in casual pants and a top. Formal enough for an air drive. 

Before I know it we are all heading out of our driveway and probably on the way to the airport which is about 30 minutes away. I plug in my ear phones and look out the window the whole journey to the airport. Now that I've come to know that dad has basically got a job offer there in London we'll be living in London for who knows how long? I just wish this new beginning would turn out to be a good one in the end. It's not like we're moving states, we're moving counties.

"Hurry up!" I hear and look up to see that I'm still standing at the entrance of the plane. 

"Coming!" I call back and board the plane. 

I found my seat next to some stranger. I smile and sit next to the lady. I sigh, not knowing what's going to happen next. This is it, then. I leave for London, a country I've never been to, leaving all of the plans I've spent years planning. I know they say I have to fall in line with my parents but this is way too much. I mean, I'm talking of leaving all my college plans here in Florida for London. All the plans I had for my Music career are just thrown in the drain. I've always wanted a Music career. After I finish highschool, the plan was to attend Florida International University in Miami, which offers me courses on all I need to know about the Music world. Everything was perfectly in order until now.

I didn't even realise that I had tears running down my eyes until the lady next to me offered a packet of tissues. 

"T-thank you..." I give her a small smile. 

One thing I know is I'm not ready for life in London. But I'm ready for a change, which probably is unlikely.