Just a little love

The move

I can't believe I'm actually moving. I like it here. how could my parents just decide to move to Australia? They didn't even ask me if I wanted to go! I mean I can stand moving to a new town, a new state even, but a new country? How am I going to do this?!

I don't know what to do. All my things are packed and it's depressing. The only thing in my room is my bed, and that's only because the movers haven't gotten it. I don't want them too. I want to stay here. My friends are her, my family, everyone I have ever known are here.

I look away from my phone and the movers are their. I think they said something but I really didn't hear them. I get up and walk out of my room grabbing my bag on the way out. I look at my room one more time and sight.

I don't want to move.

Plain and simple. Maybe I can stay with my aunt. Wait no. I wouldn't be aloud to. So not fair!

I walk to the car and get in. My parents are waiting for me inside and they try to talk to me but I don't listen. I just take my phone out and grab my headphones and put them in, then I proceed to blast my music.

It's a hour drive to the airport then I get out and make my way to the front. I sigh as I make my way through security and then go to the gate for my flight to my new "home" in Australia.

I wait for about 30 minutes until my flight boards. Thankfully I'm in first class so the long ass flight won't be too uncomfortable.

My parents are kinda rich. Well really rich. My mom is a world renowned fashion stylist and my dad well...he is kinda famous. Who am I kidding? My dad is Chris Hemsworth. Yeah I kinda come from a line of famous people or really talented people.

Then theirs me. I can't do anything except for dance. Well I can kinda sing but I'll never get anywhere with it. Well that's what everyone tells me and I know it's true. I don't mind it, it could be a lot worse.

After about 15 minutes on the flight I'm able to get my phone out and I do. I turn my music on then read off my kindle.