Selfies with Luke Brooks

Leaving without me?

I hopped of the plain at L.A.X with my dream in my cardigan,well Australia actually. No,Lacey this is not the time to be singing miley cyrus this is serious. Okay,so your probably wondering what I am actually talking about. Well as of today I officially live in Melbourne. Why am I here you ask,I have moved over from the UK to do a special photography course at penola. I am 17 years old,and I'm already living alone. But it's all good in a hood because my aunty lives in the flat below mine. My passions are photography (obviously),music and drama. Also,call me a nerd,but I really enjoy science and reading.



I dragged myself of the plane which I had been anxiously been sitting on for the past 23 hours;with an abnoxious 8 year old boy sat behind me kicking my seat vigorously. Also a man had been argueing with the woman behind me for the past hour over something a simple as a bag of roasted nuts. Oh how I adore plane journeys-note the sarcasm.



I put in my Union Jack patterned ear phones and clicked on sleeping with sirens. I texted my mum to let her know I had arrived whilst daudling over to baggage claims;smiling at an elderly couple sharing a coffee as I left.










As I went to exit the busy airport I spotted something in the gadget store to my left. It was a Kodak p880 digital,the camera I had wanted for a long time now. I admired it in awe,I had originally been saving for it but had forfeit it to pay for my new life hear.I sighed and swiftly exited the airport to hail a taxi cab. This was the start to be my new life here in Melbourne.



A taxi pulled up to the curb in front of me,I clambered in and told him the address.
"I like your accent,British aren't you,where exactly are you from?" Asked the taxi driver. I was slightly taken aback by his strong Australian accent as the only other person I had heard in person was the stuardess when she informed us we could depart the plane.
"Umm yeh English from Gloucestershire." I replied looking out the window at the views of the busy street. I could see in my peripheral vision that the taxi driver wanted me to elaborate as to why I was here. But I was to distracted not to mention excited about my new home and meeting my aunty,who I hadn't seen since I was about 5.



For the rest of the journey we sat in scilence as I contemplated what the next few years of my life would be like. It started to dawn on me that I was in another country, doing something I loved nothing could be better. Except that I knew no one other than my aunty that is but I didn't really know her. She had gotten a pregnant when she was 16 but I hadn't seem her in a year at that time so I wasn't aware of many details,just the fact that her parents had forced her to move in with her grandfather as they where ashamed of her.



Suddenly I was overwhelmed by my emotions. I rolled down the window and stuck out my head. The cool air calmed my down as my brown hair blew in the wind. The taxi driver gave me a look as if to say 'what are you doing?' But I didn't care I was to flustered. The car stopped at a traffic light and the driver informed me that we where now entering Glenroy on the outskirts of Melbourne and soon I would be getting out. Finally.



A couple of minutes had passed before the taxi driver pulled up beside a block of rusty looking flats,one of which I was soon to be inside. I payed the taxi driver the 11 dollars 37 tipping him an extra dollar.



I took a deep breath before taking my first step into my new life. As I walked into the lobby I looked upon a boy,he looked around my age. His mysterious brown eyes stared intently at me as I walked to the lift. It made me feel kind of self conscious, but also good. He was ridiculously attractive. I blushed under his stare and had to look away. I stepped into the lift and pressed the button labelled floor 3.


It was the number on the letter from my aunt telling me where to go. Tonight I would be staying with her, until the rest of my belongings got shipped from the UK.


I was awoken from my daze by a a boy standing in front of me. Just as the door was about to close he stuck his hand in to stop the lift from closing.
"Leaving without me are we? His smirk accompanied his deep voice and Austrain lilt perfectly.
"I wouldn't dream of it." I said back, stepping aside to let him in. I may have sounded confident but I was anything but. My heart was beating fast because of the close proximity between us.
"British, huh? I like that." He said, hearing my voice.
"Australian, huh? I like that." I replied, proud of my quick wit.
"Clever. This is where I get out." He said as we reached floor 3.
"Me too actually." I said stepping out of the lift with him.
"By the way. The names Luke Brooks." He said extending his hand to shake mine. I stopped my hand from shaking as i shook his warm and welcoming hand. Oooh, a gentlemen.
"Lacey. Lacey Foster." I announced, attempting to flirt back. Wait, was this even flirting? I was a little out of practice as I hadn't had a boyfriend in like 6 months. My relationships have a tendency to not go well,lets not talk about my last boyfriend that was by far the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
I finally awoke from my daydream to find Luke waving his hand in my face.
"Lace, Lace." Oooh, nicknames already.
"Do you know someone called Flora Foster?" He asks.
"Yeah, she's my aunty." I reply. How does he know her?
"Oh! Your THAT Lacey." He said emphasising the word that.
"Aha, yeah I guess I am. How do you know her then?"
"I babysit every so often."
"Ah. It pays well does it?" I joke.
"We'll, no. I mean, yes. But really it's about about the children." He smirks.
"So I guess your heart is big then." I laugh.
"Not only my heart."
"Very funny."
"Aren't I though?" omg we're flirting.
"Nice meeting you Luke, but I have to go now."
"Well, that makes two of us."
"Lead on, then." We walked towards a tall door that read 73. Luke knocked.


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~Saffron and Molly.