The Crash

Chapter 1: Good Bye

After I just woke up from my amazing nap, I smelled bacon and immediately ran down the stairs, while almost falling on my face. I saw that my mom was making blts. Finally! We haven't had these in forever. There was tomatoes, lettuce, toasted bread, sliced avocado, and the amazing pig. I couldn't wait until my mom finished, so I waited at the island counter and watched my mother fry the bacon. She finally made my plate, and set it in front of me. I started digging in, while my mom was having trouble calling my brother down. By the time he was at the kitchen, I was already finished and started doing dishes. I plugged in my earbuds and jammed out to Dubstep while putting the silverware in the dish washer. After I finished, I went back to my room and connected my phone to my i home and continued jamming out. As I was thinking about tomorrow, I was wondering what we would do in England. I had plans on going on one of the double bus things. I don't know what they are called but :P. Tomorrow I sadly have to get up at 5:00 am. I don't understand why, because our flight leaves at 8:00. Sometimes, my parents don't make sense. When I was thinking, I noticed that I was really tired. I turned off my speaker, and went to sleep, having dreams about pandas and unicorns.

When I woke up, I felt funny. It was a mix of tiredness and hyperness at the same time. It was weird. I got up out of my bed, putting on my glasses. I went to my dresser and pulled out some black jeans, white frilly shirt, and a black furry sweater. I gathered up my clothes and my towel an headed toward the shower. I undressed, and quickly went into the hot water. I let the water run down my back, and then decided to wash my hair and body. I turned off the water, and got out. I quickly dried off and put on my clothes that I set out. I brushed my hair, not caring if I looked bad. I went out of the bathroom and went to my room. I set my pjs in my suit case. I made my bed, and sat on if listening to music and playing Clash of Clans. It was 6:30, and I heard my mom get up for some coffee. I went out of my room to say good morning and have some cereal. I got out the bag of generic cinnamon toast crunch and poured it into a bowl. I got the milk, and also poured it in. I got out a spoon and quietly started eating. This is the time where I have most of my depressing thoughts. ' I wonder where my dad has been for the last 7 years. Is he doing okay?' I thought. He left me, my brother, and my mother 7 years ago. He and my mom got into a huge fight over who is more important: the children or my father. I'm a little mad about the situation, but I can't help asking. I was thinking about the ass of a father I had, until I realized that my cereal was now soggy. Gross. I dumped the cereal into the garbage disposal, and went back into my room, and made sure I have everything I needed.

I checked off everything I had in my list, and realized that it was 7:30. It was time to leave for the airport. I told my mom that I was going to wait in the car for her. I went down the stairs with my suitcase, and got into the 1995 Ford Taurus, and waited patiently. I grabbed my phone and put on the water proof case... Just in case something happens. My mom finally got into the car, with makeup caked to her face. She's been working so hard to find another man. "Mom, you do realize you look like a clown right now." She just glared at me. Like, seriously? She doesn't even need it. She's fine with who she is, without the make-up, without the drama of another guy. I guess she doesn't realize that i'm trying to be nice, and give her some advice. Guys don't want a girl, who isn't trying to cover up. They want someone who can be confident, proud of who they are. But oh well. i can't change my mother.

We got to the airport, after a 45 minute long, awkward drive. I quickly got my passport out of the carry-on that I had packed, and checked it in. I got into the waiting area, and immediately saw my grandparents. I said goodbye to my mom, and I watched her sashay back to her car. I waited silently for the plane to start boarding, while my grandparents had their own little conversations. All of a sudden, a lady said on the microphone, " Flight 757 to London ready for boarding." I immediately grabbed my bag, and headed to the line with my ticket. The lady checked it, and let me go through. I sat in a random seat, and my grandma sitting next to me. "Are you excited?" "Yeah I guess" I replied. I got my earbuds out of my pocket and started listening to Master Of Death- Immortalized ft. Kerry Louise. I stared at the window, as the plane started moving. I then thought, Goodbye California, as I went to sleep.