Winter

A new life

As the plane lands, my body starts to relax. Thankyou everyone for coping with this flight I hope you have enjoyed it and have a great time in Chicago. The pilot exclaims. I feel relieved, excited, Shocked, but all In one. I feel frightened. The seat belt sign turns off and I unbuckle myself. I stand up in the long aisle joining the line. I stretch and yawn, while everyone stares at my awkward stretching position. But I think no one should be staring at me, I think stretching is the right thing to do in this situation. I mean, I've been sitting down for 2 hours and 48 minutes. Without moving out of my chair. The line starts to move slowly, as I take careful steps forward. Dad is two people behind me which is good because I can't stand to look at him at the moment.
As we board off the plane I wait for dad by the seats. I notice that he is being checked by security. But everyone else isn't. I just ignore it and think about other things. I have always wanted to do this, but I've never thought about it enough to decide for sure. I want to start a blog. I want to start a blog so I can tell other people what I'm going through and if they have any tips or they're going through the same thing they can help me. Dad comes walking towards me in anger. 'What was that all about?' I ask him. 'Nothing' he grumbles back to me. We get out luggage from the circular conveyor belt and get a taxi from the front of the airport. The same seating spots. Me in the back and dad in the front. This is when I have time to think about my new blog! Millions of questions run through my head about it, but the one that stands amongst all, is what should I call it... I think hard about it. I don't want to be identified so maybe I could think of something hard but creative. Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice. My name running over and over through my head. Be-a-trice, Bea-trice. I've got it! Trice's blog! No! Tris* Tris's Blog! I've got it.
As we arrive at the house ( that dad rented out ) dad pays the driver and I get out of the car. The house looks old and shabby. But I guess it'll do. I go to the boot and grab MY luggage. I roll all the suitcases to the front door and wait for dad who's dragging behind me. He comes up to the front door and looks at me with an unkind glare. He gets the keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. He dosn't allow me to go in first but I don't care. I step in onto the first wooden plank at the door. The smell of old wood and damp clothes. The place is average, but I don't bother to explore much more. I've got my mind focused on starting my new blog, Tris's Blog! I go over to dad and find him in the old wooden kitchen. It's nice, but not what I expected. 'Which ones my room?' I ask him. 'I'll show you.' He replies. I follow him and he takes me to a room that's near the front door. He opens the door of the room and gestures me to come in, so I do. The room is big enough. The walls are painted white and the floor is a light birch wood material. He walks out of the room and back to the kitchen. I stay in my room to unpack my stuff. The first thing I take out is my laptop, and then I remember. My blog. I open it up and go onto the website. Www.bloglife.com I make an account called Tris's Blog and I'm ready to start. I press sign up and the next thing I know, I'm typing away.