It was the morning of July 21st, a Friday. Most people were excited that it was finally the start of the summer holidays for us in the UK. A day people were going out enjoying the sun. The first day with no school. It was a special day for me too, but for an entirely different reason.
It was the day of my flight to LA, I was finally seeing Alexa again after 3 years.
She was my best friend. She'd moved from England to go and live in LA with her Mum after her Dad had died in a car accident. I couldn't wait to see her, I was heartbroken when she told me the news that she'd be moving. I eventually made new friends, but we talked everyday and I never forgot about her.
I was the happiest and most excited I'd ever been in a long time.
