Meeting

Part 1->7 :)

Okay, so this is me, my name is Arya.

I'm a fourteen year old girl, and I live in Holland.

Hi.

Things you should know about me? Hmm let me think about that one, well I have a sister, who is five years old, and I live with my mum and dad.

Oh my, I'm so rude, it is nice to meet you too! :)

Part 2-morning

I sit up in bed, and loot at the clock at the side of my bed. Is tells me it is six in the morning, one hour before I normally set my alarm, for school. How did it get to six?

I shake my head and get up anyway, it has no use to stay in bed now. I walk down the stairs, to the hall, and then to the living room. But just before I can open the door, I see that the light is turned on in the living room. How could it be on? I'm always the first one up, and today I even woke early! My mum, dad and little sister won't be up hours after I have left the house. Oh god. Perhaps there was a thief in there... Or a murderer! You know marchial arts Arya, you can take him. I tell myself. But he could have a gun. Or worse...

I lay my hand on the door knob, I'm not shure if is a good idea, but I quietly open the soor and peak inside. I don't see anyone. I slip through the door's opening, and silently walk on. Suddenly I hear a sound from the kitchen. I peak around the corner, to see who I'm up to. But as I look, I see my mother. "oh hi Arya." she says. I feel my blood running to my cheeks, how could I be so stupid. Of course there wouldn't be a burglar. And then I suddenly realise why my alarm was set an hour early. Today I had a school trip. Or more of a class trip. A class holiday. Yes. A class holiday is the best way to discribe it. Why? Well, because my school organised a trip to america. Not just a week, no. My school HAD to use up pretty much our WHOLE summer holiday! Can you emagine, two months of holiday, just thrown away! Yeah I know, we are going to America, and all of that, we do have to stay there the whole summer! That is a little too much of the good side don't you think? But of course I still have to go, it's not that I have a choice. "hi mom" i say "good morning dear" she replies "look, I made you some food for on the way. And here is some extra in case they don't have any food on the plane."

"thanx mom, you are great. "I say and smile at my mom. I see I made a mistake somewhere, when she starts crying." oh, mom, don't cry now. I'll come back. " I already said goodbeye to her and the rest of the family yesterday, and ahe cried back then too. " but I'll miss you" she sniffs on, and I pat her on the back. After she dried her tears, and blew her nose, she asks what time it is. "it is twenty past six, I should get leaving soon." I tell her looking at the clock "I'll take you." she says "it's safer. Then you don't have to cycle throught the dark with all your baggage. And you also wouldn't have to leave your bike there." I look at my mom, she looks quite determined, and I know she wouldn't give up until I let her take me. "alright then. "I sigh." but we should really hurry up, we don't want to be late"

Part 3-at school

For a minute or two, we sit next to each other in the car, in silence. My mother is the first to break it. "hey, I love you. You know that, right?" I smile back at her "yeah, I do. And I love you too"

another silent minute passes. "are you nervous?" she asks me "a little." I reply. "don't worry. Everything will be alright." she assures me, and I smile back. I don't want this moment to end. I don't want to leave. I don't want to say goodbeye.

But I know I have to.

I smile at my mother once more, and fight the tears coming up in my eyes. "you want to help me with my baggage?" I ask with a raw voice "yes. Of course darling" she says and we leave the car.