The quest for friend-ship

Time to start my journey

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I walked to the train station a got into one of the taxis there. I asked to go to Heathrow airport. He paused as in disbelief. " asap please,I have a flight to catch!" I requested in diva mode. That sure enough broke him from his opinionated thoughts.

He slammed his foot on the gas and the car lurched forwards. He pressed a button on the radio and on came justin beiber... great... stuck on a car journey with justin bloody beiber. Oh well, could be worse. couldnt it !?

The taxi driver pressed the telecom button and the little light flashed red.

 “Sorry luv but erm…..there is some traffic up ahead..…have a look” Stuttered the dirty old man. He looked like he had not had a shave or a wash for weeks.

I peered out of the window. My heart sank as I saw the queuing traffic. I was sure of missing my flight by now. There must be something I could do. We were not far away from the airport and it would be quicker to walk. I opened the door and gave the driver his money, much to his disappointment I didn’t give him the full tariff as we was around a mile away.

I started to walk on the dirt track on a high bank surrounding the airports practice runway. I dug my hands in my pocket and pulled out my golden coloured mp3 player. 

The actual building of the runway was roughly a quarter of a mile away. I could see the tall tower of the shopping center. To one side there was a large clock that had stopped working a while ago. To the other there were millions of balloons stuck onto the clear glass that the tower was made of. They had just opened a new department in the shopping center. The balloons must have been for a celebration for the new opening.

Butterflies hit me as my arms became suddenly numb due to the weight of my bags.

The dirt track faded now into a sturdy concrete one.

I walked up the path, feeling confident I held my head high and threw my shoulders back. It felt good to walk with confidence. I had never walked like this before, let alone felt it. As soon as I stepped into the shopping center my shoulders hunched back down and my confidence faded into the pit of my stomach, waiting to again be awakened. I kept my head down so no-one could guess my age.

I was rather tall for a year 10. That is one of the traits I had inherited from my father. That is probably the only one though. I am sooo much like my mother, people would think we were sisters.

The shops were full with people, lights and colours. The mere sight of it was overwhelming. A sudden panic swept over me like the sea on the sand. The whole shopping center was a painting compared to the dull concrete grey of the outside. I hate crowded places so; this was very uncomfortable for me. I made my way over to a superdry shop, not before I heard an announcement on the tannoy above; “ last call for the flight to Miami!”!!!!!!

I struggled to find the loading bay. But when I did, the man at customs decided to do a full blown search of my luggage. Great…. “ that s all satisfactory madam; I expect your parents will be waiting for you on the plane.” He said in a snobbish voice.

“yes they are.” I blatantly lied. I hope they don’t find out!!!1