Forever Royal

Hayden

I take a few deep breaths because my nerves are insane by this point. I just keep myself busy by looking out the window, down at this foreign place that will now become my permanent home.

When we land, it takes some time before I am actually able to get off the plane. I say goodbye to the man next to me even though I didn't speak to him once. As I'm going down the plane steps I check my watch for the hundredth time and thankfully it's 10:20am so i still have 40 minutes till I have to meet my aunty. I love my aunt Ngozi because she is so eccentric, she moved to Irrasia 5 years ago when I was 13, and I guess her moving was what solidified my decision to come to Irrasia after my eighteenth birthday.

40 minutes later I am waiting outside the airport for my aunt,soon enough I spot her, walking towards me.

"Hi aunty!!"

"Eadenn you look so grown up, how are you? I hope your journey here was okay?" She replies.

"Yes aunty, my journey was good, I'm so happy to have finally arrived here"

A while later I am sitting in my aunt's living drinking coffee and watching tv. Not before having to unpack my clothes in her spare room, which is gorgeous and has an amazing view, then texting Bonnie to say i had arrived. Now though I am exhausted, and my aunt has gone to work. She is seriously an inspiration to me, she has only been here five years and already she has her own boutique. After a while of television I decide to go for a walk because I really want to explore her area and see what Irrasia is like during the daytime. I quickly grab my bag and head out the door making sure the place is locked behind me.

I don't have a clue where I am going, so i just walk along whatever road that seems the most appealing. All the houses are detached and boy are they big, they all have headstones above their doors. All of them are posh and painted light colours that blend beautifully with the suns hues. The roads are very wide, much bigger than in England. I have to take off the jacket I'm wearing and tie it around my waist because unlike in England the sun is beaming down, it's penetrating warmth seems to dance along every inch of my skin. I take out my camera from my bag and take a few pictures of the houses, I make sure to capture the way the rays of the sun give the houses a golden halo. Everything is so calm, so serene.

I soon realize I have no idea how to get back, so I try to find someone to ask when I do they give me clear direction which thankfully lead me back to my aunts house. Once back at her house I look again at the brochure for the university I am going to start attending, it is massive. I am so nervous because I honestly don't know what to expect, the main reason for my nerves is simply because I start on monday, which is in two days. As much as I would prefer to stay with my aunt I can't because I really wanna study law and hopefully become a family barrister.

The two days with my aunt seems to fly, by Sunday I am packed and ready, and by Monday morning my aunt and I are driving to Liltshire University, the drive takes nearly three hours. When we do arrive I am shown my room and all too soon I have to say goodbye to my aunt. When she eventually leaves I have to unpack my stuff, which takes forever and by the time I am done I realize I'm starving starving so go on a hunt to find the canteen. On my way just can't help but star in awe at everything around me the building is so big with a football pitch sizes field. The canteen is quite empty thankfully, so there is no queue. I order chips, a burger and orange juice. I pay with some of the money my aunt gave me yesterday, she set up a bank account for me and will transfer money to my account each month and so that will be my allowance. When I finish eating I decide to take a stroll and again I have my camera in my bag. I love photography, I like the way each picture you take is like a frozen piece of time that can never be regained, you can capture so much in a photo, it's like creating a beautiful piece of art with only nature as your tool. And my trusty camera of course. I always carry my camera with me everywhere because I never know when something could strike me as a capture worthy picture, I call it a CWP moment, I have a lot of them. I remember saving up for months when I was 15 to buy my first camera and each month I would get all the pictures I had taken printed and make them into a collage. Now at eighteen I have so many collages, each one represents a different phase in my life. Like one has a lot of pictures of couples because then I was obsessed with love and now my most recent collage is filled with many pictures of sunny days because I really love the way the sun can turn even the ugliest object into something beautiful simply by shining on it, and every picture I take of the sun is a different colour like at dawn when the sun is the most stunning.