Snobby English Men

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     "Death. It's a touchy subject, yet it's in almost all the books and stories. It's always crying, mourning and the boom, everything gets better. But that's not the case. Definitely not the case. I mean, every tear shed is a prayer to God saying, 'Please bring them back...' And 'I never got to properly say good bye...'. After that, the never-ending grief. You cared about them. And the fact that they're gone will always seem like a lie to you, although you know it's true. You just don't want to believe... You just don't want to believe that they're really not there anymore. And I will never forget. I will continue on through life and make my family proud of me. Thank you." I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I stepped away from the podium. And I realized. I would never see that podium ever again.

     That was three years ago. I was seventeen, unrealistic, I was just a kid at the moment. Unbelievable. But they loved me unconditionally and they were proud of me. But still 100% unbelievable. First three grandparents to old age, then father to murder, mother to appendicitis, older brother to suicide... Paternal grandpa to Cancer. He and I used to spend so much time together. We were the only ones left. And now it's just me. Just lonely, little, Elena Hill.

     I sat on the couch with my laptop. I heard the clicking of the keys as I typed. The clicking really soothes me when I'm stressed, which I'm am, so that was one reason why I was using my laptop. Number two? I looked at the opened letter from an English university. It was an acceptance letter. So, back to number two. Confirmation, setup and... Free tickets to London, England! I got them printed out and then deleted my history of that little session so no one could copy or steal the tickets, yada yada. I closed the page and picked up my ticket. I blew on it so the ink would dry, then I headed up to my room. I took out the biggest luggage that I could find, a backpack and a leather bag. Packing all my essentials such as clothes, hygiene products, blah blah blah. I put the small purse into the backpack and zipped up the luggage. That was the shortest packing session I've ever had. Mostly because my flight was in three hours.

     I called a taxi which took ten minutes to get here, drove to the airport, thirty minutes. Forty minutes down, two hours and twenty minutes to go. Baggage drop off, customs, getting my ticket checked to get into the 'waiting room' wasted two hours and ten minutes of my life. But as soon as I got there, it was time for me to board. Yay luck? I got into the plane and sat down. I put on the seatbelt and prayed that the landing that would happen in three minutes would be fine. Wait... Landing? Perfect. I slept through it all. As I did all the stuff I had to do after getting off the plane - which wasted thirty minutes - I kept thinking about dorms. Who would my roommate be? What would they be like? Would they be a boy or girl? What age? What are they studying? What's their sexuality? Would they hit on me? I shake my head as I called a taxi. I put my luggage in the back and got in the front seat.

"Where are you headed?" the driver asked. British people. I love British accents.
"The, uh... University of London. Do you know where that is?"
     "I do. I sent someone there a year ago. She was a smart, pretty girl from a different country, like you."
     "Thanks. I have to be there soon, though. Could you please..."
     "Certainly," he spoke in his accent before he drove in the direction of my new school.