FOREIGN TEENAGER

Bye Bye South Africa

"Your documents are finally ready so we're leaving for Monotia tomorrow" Mom happily announced. Mom was about a metre and two thirds tall. She had 50cm long black hair that she usually tied in one ponytail. She had black eyes and peanut butter brown skin. Alain & my mum had met on Tinder a year ago. He was divorced and lived in Monotia with his elder son, Louis. They'd just got married in Pretoria a month ago. Mom wanted us to go to Monotia right after the wedding but our documents weren't ready. So Monotia is this island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. It is not shown on maps but it really does exist. The Monotians speak French but they aren't French.

To be honest, I didn't want to leave South Africa; I'd miss my friends and school and so much more. But I was also curious about the Monotian life.

I started packing that very night.
I couldn't sleep the whole night as I was overexcited. I spent half the night daydreaming about my new life; a new cool school, new best friends, a huge mansion and excellent grades. I felt like my life was about to change for the better. I fell asleep at the early hours of the morning

"Sofia! Sofia! Quick, get up!! We have to get ready!" I quickly got up showered, changed & gobbled up my breakfast. Everyone else seemed ready. My mum & Richard pulled their suitcases out the house and put them into the car.

Richard was my biological elder brother. He was 15 years old. He was about 1.5 metres had short soft black hair and dark eyes. His skin was also peanut butter brown. Richard and I had not been on good terms for the past one year and a half. He didn't talk to me as he blamed me for dad's departure. When dad was with us, he'd always favour my bro over me which I didn't like. Regardless of this, I and Rich had been best friends but when dad left, he'd confessed that he thought he wasn't a good father as he had treated us differently. We all tried to beg him not to leave but he insisted. Soon we found out, he'd actually left to go and live with his rich mistress. We were all heartbroken but Rich on the other hand was more than heartbroken. He couldn't accept the bitter truth so he decided to blame it all on me and said that dad left because I complained a lot about him, making him feel like an awful father this resulting in his departure. And the mistress story was a lie to cover up something. At first mum tried to convince him it was the truth but he hung onto his beliefs and resented me.

Anyways I walked up to the car, opened the boot and gently put down my suitcase next to mum's. It was lavender in colour and had a pink zipper and zip while mum's one was maroon with a red zip and black zipper. Rich's suitcase was deep red with a grey zipper and red zip. I quickly closed the boot and opened the right side door, entered the car and quickly buckled myself up. I looked at our house for the last time and mum drove off straight to the airport.

We did the necessary requirements and gave the necessary information. Then we got on the plane. We sat & slept there for 14 tiring hours. Then...