England to America

1-Leaving

I look at my house, well my old house. "Evie, time to leave now", I leave the house and get into the taxi. We have already loaded our stuff into the boot. I sit next to my twin brother Alex, he looks at me and smiles. "Alright?"

"Yep, you?" I reply

"I'm a little bit sad, but otherwise I'm glad to be leaving gloomy, old England." He comments

"I'm more excited than sad." 

"Yeah, I guess, I'm really sad to be leaving all my friends behind though..." He trails off

"Yeah me too." I say

He pulls out his phone and plugs in the earphones, he hands one to me. We are quite alike, considering we grew up together, however we are different. He always seems a bit less awkward than be and a bit more carefree. 

Soon we arrive at Gatwic airport. We take out our suitcases of the boot and my Mum pays the driver. It's just me, Alex and my Mum, Ella. We go through security and passport control and all that jazz. Finally we get to the waiting room, only 10 minutes till our flight leaves. We go to the toilet, then we go onto the aeroplane.

I sit in between my Mum and Alex. She gives me a quick hug and says "Lets go..."

I lean forward to look out the window, we were just taking off. The pilot asked for all devices to be turned off for the moment. So I did. I glanced out the window again, this is probably the last time I will see England, unless we come back for holidays. It started raining, how appropriate. I sighed. I didn't really want to leave, I didn't want to change. But even if I wanted things to go back to the way they were, I knew there was no chance.

Once we were flying up in the air I put my headphones in and listened to music and closed my eyes. I've never been to America before. All I know is that it is absolutely huge, a lot bigger than the UK at least. Alex will probably become part of the popular group, I'll probably be stuck with trailing along behind him, too shy to make any friends of my own. 

That's kind of what happened in my old school, until I met Ellie. Ellie and I were assigned a project together, that's how we met. And we pretty much just hit it off. I'm glad I met her, but I'm sad to be leaving her. I'm sure I'll still text and call her, but we won't be as close. 

A tear rolls down my cheek as it dawns on me that I might not ever see Ellie again. Then another as I realise I will never see them again. 

I stop myself from thinking about them, from mourning them. I let out a yawn and turn down my music. I let my mind go free and I fall asleep. Ready to wake up in America.