Lucie's pov:
''mom, dad you both know i need to go to England for myself'' ''sweetie we know you want to forget everything that happend but does that have to be on the other side of the world?'' my mom said.
before we continue this conversation let me tell you something about myself, my name is Luciana Evans but please call me Lucie because that is what everybody calls me. i'm 19 years old and i live in New York but if you haven't noticed i want to go to England, for one it's for my college and also for something that i wanne leave behind what happened a couple a years ago.
when i was little i Always dreamt of going away from New York. Everyone says New York is amazing, for some people it is but for me there are too many people in one place, i like it quiet.
''where ar you even gonna stay when your there?'' my dad said
''i don't know dad i'll figure it out i just know i gotta get out of here''
''i will not let you just go there and have no plan at all''
''wel to be honest dad you can't do anything about it, i just wanna tell you i'm leaving.'' i said and went upstairs to my room to pack my bags.
when i was packing my bags i saw a box of stuff i had kept with stuff in it from when i was younger. i picked it up and opened it. i saw a bunch of teddy bears and pictures but the picture that was the most shocking was a picture of me and my brother when we were little.
i let a little tear roll down just of the memory and that i will never see him again that only can make me cry the whole night. my brother died when i was 13 years old in a car accident when he was with a friend and my mother, my brother was the only one who didn't survive.
i remember my mum coming home crying and telling me and my dad that my brother had just died. that was probably one of the worst day of my life. my brother was my best friend he was Always there for me, he was 1 year older than me. Even now my mother blames herself for what happened that day, she wishes everyday that she was the person who died that day and not my brother.
but nobody knows that i hear my mother crying herself to sleep every night, my dad doesn't live with us anymore because they got divorced a year after my brother died but there still friend so that is probably the only good thing in my life.
and that is the reason i need to go to England, i need to find happiness for myself and i need to do that where nobody knows me.
i put the picture back and went to the bathroom to get my stuff and put it in my suitcase. ''sweetie can i talk to you for a second?'' my mum came walking in my room.
''of course mom what is it''
''i just wanna tell you that i'm still not happy that your going but i know i can't do anything about it, so i called a friend who has a daughter living in London and who is happy to hava a roommate.''
''uhm.. mum that is amazing who is she and do i know her?'' i asked
''no you don't know her but you'll love her she is a very nice girl and her name is Charlotte.''
''Thank you mum this is amazing i'll be down after i got everything packed and i will eat with you guys''
''okay sweetie see you in a bit''
my mum went downstairs and i went packing againg, i will admit i'm gonna miss this place it was Always my home but now it just doesn't feel like that anymore so i'm happy to leave it here.
i went downstairs after i had packed everything, it was a bit awkward at first but after a while i think my parents finally realised that i'm gonna be gone tomorrow so they started talking to me about everything possible like what for job am i gonna take but to be honest i have no idea.
