"Ariana! Hurry we are going to miss out flight!" Mum yells at me.
"Do I have to?" I whine.
Today is our dreadful moving day, I'm leaving all of my friends, family, and boyfriend, ditching them all in Ireland for America. Of all places my dad had to except a job in New York! I drag my bags out to the car, and place it in the trunk.
I say goodbye to my friends for the last time and hug them all before hopping in the back.
Zack Merrick, my boyfriend didn't want to come, he refused to say goodbye. He had band practice too.Yesterday we sort of broke up. He says, and I quote, 'A long distance relationship is tough, it's for the best.' yeah whatever.
My mum drives the car away I look at my beloved friends until they turn into tiny specs.
This whole moving thing isn't new for me, i've moved six times throughout my life, which for me, is not a lot. I was born in Kentucky, then went to London, then Manchester, then Scotland, then Cicily Italy, and of course Rathowen Ireland. So New York city will be my seventh home. Considering I'm actually American, I don't have a thick accent, but I have a hint of southern and Irish mix, an odd combination i know. We make it to the airport, and I drag my four suitcases and my carry on into the crowded place.
"Come on, we are going to be late." Dad says urging me to continue.
"It would be a lot easier if we could just run..." I mutter.
"You know why we can't do that!" He scorns.
I roll my eyes, flipping my blond hair off my shoulder.
I kinda have super fast speed.....so we'd make a scene.
Finally we reach gate 3B. I go and buy a hot chocolate while my parents sip on their red juice. I dunno how they drink that, it's discusting, but it keeps them alive so I don't argue too much.
Over the intercom we hear 'We are now seating first class.'
I get up from my seat and move towards the small line.Yeah, yeah! I have first class, I don't like to call myself rich but, there's no othe way to say it. Well when you can just manifest money from thin air, it's not hard to become rich. It's hard to explain manifesting, you basically want to just imagine something hard enough it will suddenly appear. Don't waste your time trying, it's too complicated.
I take my seat, and pull out my scetch pad.
I'm really interested in drawing, I mean I had plenty of time to perfect it. I'm trying to become like my dad, he taught Da Vinci how to paint! Anyway I start to draw my house in Ireland, with all my friends with me, a good memory I will never forget.
Oh! Did I mention I'm immortal. Yeah, I've been alive for 'bout a century now, pretty young for us. My dads 700 years old...soo yerp.
'We will be taking off in five minutes, during your wait, we shall tell you our saftey rules.'
Well don't need those!
A couple minutes later the annoying lady finally shuts up and we take flight.
I continue to draw and color my drawing. I finsh the shading for the house and look at my masterpeice.
"Hey dad! What do you think?" I ask
"It's beautiful Ari!" He says smiling.
Everyone calls me Ari, it's easier, except my mom.
I rest my head on the plush seat and instantly fall asleep.
I dream about my home in Ireland, and then it gets crushed and a new scene takes place on a busy street then I bump into a guy running.
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So? What do you think? I hope you like it! I wrote it all at 10:00 I had a sudden spark and couldn't wait any longer! Comment, vote, fan..etc Luff you my baby oreos!
~Erica
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