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Chapter 5- Moving day

I was really going to do this. I was. I needed to. My heart had been broken along with our friendship. Whether I was going to reconcile everything or slap him; I couldn't tell you, I wasn't sure. I had been lying awake for 40 mins just thinking. Thinking and planning everything. Not that I would actually stick to it. My alarm finally went off at 7:00 am signifying the start of a new school day. It was time to put my plan into action.

I got up, dressed and ready in record time making it to the bus stop way earlier than usual. It was another 15 minutes before the bus came, but this was good. In that 15 minutes my mum would arrive at the station and make her way into London before the bus gets to the station. When the bus finally did arrive I hopped on and made my way over to Beth. Almost immediately she clocked I wasn't in my school uniform and began questioning me.
"What are you doing? If you think you're skipping school to go to London to see your beloved, then-" I cut her off. "Don't try and stop me. I'm doing it. Oh and by the way he's not my beloved." Raising her eyebrow at me Beth spoke, "Alright then, but what is he?" I wasn't in the mood for this. " I don't know ok! Alright? Maybe that's what I'm trying to figure out!" That's what I loved about Beth. She just understood. No more questions asked.

After 10 minutes of Beth checking I was alright and 2 minutes of her deciding whether to come with me it went as follows: me going alone as planned and Beth staying behind as back up at school on high alert. When the bus pulled into the station bus stop I said my final goodbyes and got off the bus. I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to do this. I think I had spent the last day convincing myself otherwise. I rushed into the station, bought my ticket making onto the platform just in plenty of time for the 8:30 train. I decided a hot chocolate might calm my nerves. It didn't.  The train pulled up into the station at 8:30 on the dot. Great, I'll be nice and early then. I did debate whether they would actually be up when I arrived.
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I arrived in Ealing station at 9:16. I sat on the train until it was about to leave; practically drag myself out of my seat and onto the platform. Heading over to the snack stand, I bought yet another drink. This time I got a tea. The lady smiled at me as I poured the milk. She gave me a questioning look as if I should be at school. Ignoring her I walked down the stairs. I got dressed it quite a hurry this morning but I was quite impressed with my outfit. I'd chucked on a pair of black ripped jeans, a big grey knitted jumper along with my camel colour over coat, black Chelsea boots and a red plaid scarf.

I put the address into my phone and saw that it was only a 10 minute walk to their house from the station. I pressed start on the directions and followed them all the way.

10 minutes later and I found myself standing on the door step, hovering over the doorbell, too anxious to ring it. After about 5 minutes I worried that I would start to look a bit creepy and in haste, pushed the bell. I waited and waited. Pulling out my phone I saw that it was only 9:45. Still quite early. Doubting that they heard it, I pushed it again. This time it was only a matter of seconds before I heard all the muttering and clattering. They were up all right. My heart was racing at an extreme speed, until, it stopped completely. I heard the voice I had longed for, for years. I couldn't move and I didn't think I would be able to speak. But sure enough, my thinking was cut short as a tall, tanned dark haired boy flung the door open and embraced me in a hug before I could say anything.
"Cal!" Was all I could squeak out.
"Emilia!!" He spoke. He carried on, "Luke doesn't know don't worry," he cast me a wink. "Right ok, great." I forced a grin. But, my insides were churning. Pulling me inside he whispered, "quick, he's in there." I didn't have a moment to think before I was shoved into a small room on the left and came face to face with Luke Robert Hemmings. My best friend who had ignored me for years. Forgotten all about me and instead chosen his girlfriend over me. A sudden range came over me and in a split second I had slapped the surprise right off his face, instead leaving him with a red mark. I shocked myself. I didn't feel bad though. I was furious. Every emotion flowing through my veins at that very moment. I couldn't speak. Neither could he. I guess we didn't need to after that.

He broke the silence, just as he always did. "Em?" "Wha-, what the hell was that for?" "What are you doing here?" "How did you find me?" Too many questions! My head was spinning and I couldn't speak. The look on his face tore me apart. He hated me. Pure hatred. "Just leave!" He screamed. I thought that's what he wanted, so I left. I ran. Out the door down the street. Back to the station. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to go home. Home to were? Australia? England? I didn't know. I didn't know anything. If only I had known that he didn't hate me. I just didn't see the hurt in his eyes just I had always been able to see. I couldn't hear the crack in his voice as he told me to leave. I didn't notice these things, because it had been too long. If only I knew he didn't want me to leave at all. Quite the opposite. All he wanted me to do was stay.
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