"I'm not going. I'm not going. I'm not going." I repeated to myself.
They were going to tell me it was all a joke and we would go home laughing. This whole thing was a joke. I couldn't believe they kept it going this far.
"(Y/n), you have to turn off your phone. We are about to take off." My mom told me.
I scoffed, "Come on, Mom. We aren't really moving."
She rolled her eyes at me, "Be realistic. Do you think we would pack all of our belongings, by four tickets to London and get on an airplane to pull off a joke?"
"Unless you guys are really into it." I mumbled while turning off my phone. I looked out of my window and wished I could run off of this plane and into the California heat. I didn't want to leave this beautiful state. The beach, the palm trees, the people are what I grew up with. I didn't want to move to a completely different country. Why did my parents have to be so brilliant? Why did they have to accept that job at Oxford? Why couldn't they just be normal parents?
Why did they have to control everything? I wished so desperately that I wasn't on this plane. I wanted to be with my friends; I wanted to be home. Once the plane took off, it was too late. I knew that I had to say goodbye to the place I grew up. I had to say goodbye to my home.
"You know, London could be an exciting opportunity. Think of the amazing education you'll receive." My mom said in attempt to make it all better. It didn't work obviously. My parents have pressured me my entire life to have perfect grades. I had to work hard to make them proud. Having geniuses for parents had its downsides. I always felt like I had to be just as smart as them. Now that we had to move to London for their jobs, I regretted it all. My brother, Drake didn't have that problem. He was a sports guy. He and my dad bonded over that. Drake was the quarterback, insanely popular, and smart too. I was uncoordinated but could do your taxes if asked.
"Relax (Y/n). You are going to love, London." Drake told me. I rolled my eyes trying to ignore them all.
I put my headphones in and watched some YouTube videos to pass the time by. After an insanely long flight, we were finally in London.... and it was freezing. Me being the stubborn person I am was only wearing a cardigan while everyone bundled up like we were on a trek across freaking Antarctica.
When we got into the airport, I heard screams and chants. Something about gravy and a boy named Harry. I looked and saw there was a ton of girls here. I saw some signs and realized they were waiting for that band One Direction. Wow.
This was really insane. I heard the screams get louder and I knew they had to be here somewhere. I walked past the screaming girls and I wanted to punch one of them for nearly screaming in my ear. Next thing I knew my body was slammed into someone. It seemed like some of the crowd escaped. My phone and purse fell to the floor.
"Watch where you are going!" I exclaimed to the person who bumped into me. I hastily grabbed my things and went to find my family in all of this chaos.
"(Y/N)!" I heard my dad yell. I found them and we made our way out of the craziness. Once we were outside, the rush of cold air hit me. I shivered but was glad we got out of that crazy ass airport.
We got a van and my dad loaded our luggage with Drake. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and checked to see if I had any text messages. But, to my surprise, it wasn't my phone. "What the hell?" I muttered. I grabbed someone else's phone. My first day in London was starting off great. Yes, if you didn't notice I was being sarcastic.
