Lucky...

Goodbye, South Carolina

As I make my way to the airport, I hear my phone buzz.

"Babe, I love you. Please don't leave. I'm sorry"

Great. Chase is not ever going to leave me alone. I've gotten at least 400 texts and calls from him in the past two days. It really has been hard ignoring him. But I can't forgive him for hurting me.

The bus stops right in front of the enterance to the airport. I grab my things and get off, leaving a tip for the driver. I stand looking at the doors for a minute. I could turn around and run away. No one would ever know. I shake my head and throw that thought out of my mind. This is a good thing for me. Time to start fresh. I walk into the lobby and up to the counter. The lady checks my bag and hands me my ticket.

"Have a nice flight" She says, happily.

I smile and head towards security. Now security has always not gone well for me. When I was little I would always get stopped for no reason at all. I guess I just looked scary. I don't know. But this time it took me less than 20 minutes. Guess that's a good sign. I make my way to the terminal, looking at the time. 2:13. Ok, good. My plane leaves in 30 minutes. I have time to sit and think.

I sit down on the floor in a corner by my terminal. I think over the past events of the past week. I had lost my parents, my friends and my boyfriend. It happened all so fast. My life was perfect, or so I thought. But as I think through everything, I realize I wasn't happy. I didn't want to be a cheerleader. The girls were mean and cruel, but I was just like them. It kind of stung to think that I was just as mean as they were. I didn't want to be though. I wanted to help all the unpopular girls that got picked on, but I was too worried about my reputation to do anything. That is definitely something that will have to change when I get to London. And I missed out on so much studying all the time. I never got to go to parties or hang out with my friends. My parents had always said that studying was more important that fun. But I disagree. I think there is a happy medium somewhere, right?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear the flight attendant say "Now boarding Flight #2375 to London."

I grab my bag and head to the counter. The flight attendant takes my ticket and lets me go down the gang way. I find my seat and soon enough we are heading down the runway. I take one last look at the ocean and my hometown before I close my window.

"In 6 hours, I will be a new person" I close my eyes as the plane ascends into the air.