Tayla has always wanted to escape from her life in Britain, so one day she decides to runaway to a small town in Kentucky and go to School in the newly American world. Little does she know who she'll meet there.
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I walk down the empty streets of London yearning for something new, something fresh, maybe something from the U.S.?
I shake my head at the thought , a british girl like me would never fit in over there.
But what if, what if I do it anyway. What if I chase my dreams, maybe then I could finally be free.
I walk past the red phone booth, a British staple. I'm tired of seeing all the British things. The accents, the royals, the accents. Wait I already said that.
Even though I myself have an accent, I still bloody hate them.
I walk underneath the British flag, as I make my way home to my mum and to my british brother Harry.
Not the British man harry styles, although he is awesome.
I walk upstairs to my room and wave a hand at my brother Harry. He's a good lad.
I shut my bedroom door as I imagine a life in American. I can't wait to try ranch. I just want to taste the liquid whiteness on my tongue.
I sigh as I pull out my phone and scroll on yubo, looking for someone to talk to pass the time.
I scroll pass a girl named Ciara, and many other girls until I stop.
I feel my heart beat out of my chest, a girl named Deziray appeared on my screen.
She's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Her black\reddish hair falls over her shoulders, as her outlined lips Make a duck face.
I scroll through all her pictures, drooling at the sight. I quickly go to her bio and see that she's from a small town in Kentucky.
Perfect. It's time to conquer my dreams and go to the U.S.
And I know exactly where I'm going to go.
I pull up my mattress and grab all the cash I made from shaking my British dumpie.
Don't blame a girl, money is money.
There's well over 1000 British dollars. Perfect for me to go on a flight.
I grab a suitcase and stuff all my important in it.
I grab my Billie stuff and put it in there. That's all I need.
I zip up my suitcase and carefully Make my way down the stairs. I make sure none of my family can see me.
I hop on my motorcycle and hold my suitcase in front of me as I make my way to the airport.
I park my motorcycle in the weeds as I run inside the airport.
"I need the first flight to Kentucky" I say desperately to the British airport lady.
"Yes of course, 500 British dollars please." The lady says.
