Pop Rivals

Preparations

It was a week later when the havoc started. I was nowhere near packing and mum was trying to keep calm about the move but found it hard when dad kept on and on saying we are getting behind. There was news from America, our new house was ready to move in and the plane which will take the horses and animals over was arriving in tomorrow. Only now did it really sink in that I was leaving my family, friends and home and moving far away to another country. I looked around my room which was nearly empty and sighed soon in less than a week I will be looking round a new bedroom and it made me feel sad.

"Megan, have you finished packing yet? Time is ticking! Tick tock tick tock..." shouted dad from downstairs

"Nearly," I lied

I just didn't feel like packing because it felt final. Although dad said that the family will visit us a week after we arrive and that I can invite some friends I still felt lost. He even said we could come back every holiday as long as we hadn't got plans, which I guess would be alright. The main problem in my mind was that I knew the basic American stereotype: clear skin, perfect makeup, fashionable clothes, shiny lengthy hair that bounced when you walk and Mani Pedi's, I knew that I would never fit in I didn't really think about boys, I've only been kissed 3 times, and no one could call that experience.

I woke up at the crack of dawn to hear the common robin singing a merry tune outside my window. I got out of bed and walked over to my closet where I pulled down 3 large suitcases. I opened my chest of drawers deciding what to wear tomorrow for the meeting for the finishing touches of the move to be made. I chose a pair of simple mini denim shorts and a strapped flowery blouse. Then I picked up all the folded clothes and shoved them in to the suitcases. It took a hour to finish packing all my clothes and shoes until my closet and chest of drawers was empty. Then I got dressed, I put on jeans and a old faded rock t-shirt that my cousin gave me when I was thirteen which cut off long enough to cover up my pierced belly button that I had done on my birthday which looked really cool. I tied my hair in a messy ponytail and put a pair of stud earrings in my ears. I now was ready to face the hectic flurry of my parents getting the passports for the animals ready for their flight in a couple of hours.

I sat down at the kitchen table and poured myself a glass of orange juice and got a bowl of cereal. After I had eaten I put my boots on and ran outside, I could see mum struggling with our youngest horse Destiny who was only 2 years old. Mum had been on the phone all day to have updates on the planes position and the time of arrival. She had even organised the rehab horses to be trailered to the clinic this morning so that Fiona, mum's business partner could settle them in before the others go.

I spent the morning putting on the horses travelling boots and sorting the horses things out so that they were arranged for each horse. Finally at 9 o'clock Fiona arrived to help take half of horses in her trailer to the clinic, while mum trailered the other half herself to the clinic. I offered to go with Fiona to help settle the first lot of horses before mum arrived with the second. The sun shone through the trees as we went down the country lane to the veterinary clinic. I sighed blissfully as the rays warmed my face, soon we turned down the narrow drive to the clinic. I helped Fiona put the horses in their new stables and to get the feed and water ready. It was nearly 10:30 by the time mum drew in the car park with the trailer, we unloaded them and settled them into their stables and checked to make sure they all had food and water and then me and mum had to go back to trailer our horses to the airfield to get them quarantined and checked for their flight.

As we pulled into the airfield I saw the massive aircrafts that will take the horses and animals to L.A. where we will be waiting for them as their flight takes a few days longer than ours and then they have t stay overnight to be vetted after the flight. We said goodbye to them and told them we would see them soon as we handed them over to the marshals that will be flying with them.

That night we had a leaving party - a small do just to see our friends and family off before our flight tomorrow evening. We partied until 10 then the guests started to leave, I said goodbye to Stephanie and Emily who were my best friends. I went to bed happy that I got see them before I leave tomorrow. Sleep waved over me and before anything I was fast asleep.