It took me a while to realise what was going on, to understand exactly why I was holding the now ripped envelope and single ticket to a place miles and miles away. ENGLAND why England, couldn’t they send me to another state, I've always wanted to go to Vegas or Boston, but no England. I glanced over in to the direction of my surprisingly excited parents as they explained what was going on, and that they were sending me to England for my final two years of school, to stay in a boarding school the best in the country according to my parents, but that of course made very little difference to me. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to the news, part of me was upset that my parents wanted to send me away, and that far away. Wouldn’t they miss me, id misses them, even though I don’t actually see them that often but that’s not the point is it they still wanted me to go and live in another continent. But the other part of me saw it as a fresh start a chance to escape fame, be my own person and leave this crazy world behind, but the truth is I'm not exactly sure how to not live in the shadows of my parents and how to say good bye to fame, but I was pretty sure this would be my final chance. ‘we are really going to miss you honey, but this is going to be amazing you can make lots of friends and we can do our jobs without being worried about leaving you behind’ my mother stated, her tone even more cheery than usually. ‘its perfect darling don’t you think’ my dad added, although I knew it was more of a rhetorical question, I didn’t really have a choice and I had never been one to break the rules or say no to my parents, and now really wasn’t the time to start. I was boring, a lot of people found it hard to believe I was my parents daughter because of that.
One week later…
So here I am, sitting silently in the middle of the mess that is my bedroom staring in to space and wondering how exactly im going to manage to get it all in my suitcase. Over the past 3 hours I had managed to pull every single item out of my closet, all my books of my shelf and every single bit of make up and jewellery out of my draws, and Instead of sorting it out, I'm sitting here accepting defeat and munching on a bag of Oreo’s, oh god I hope they have Oreo’s in England, I'm not sure if I could live without the chocolatey deliciousness that is an Oreo.
when I woke up this morning I was determined to pack my suitcase, the bright orange suitcase that my parents had also brought me for my birthday, along with the plain tickets, a giant bag of Oreos and an ipad (so I could Skype them from England) that was curently layed out and empty on my bedroom amongst, most of my belongings. it was a big suitcase but aparently not big enough, witch i was now finding out as i tried pushing all my belongings in to it. well im defenatly going to need a big hand luggage i thought to myself, mum and dad needed the private jet this weekend so i was flying on an ordnary plane to england, witch i was supprisingly glad of (well apart from the luggage ristrictions) i didnt exactly want to turn up in a private jet, that wouldnt make the best first impresion would it.
[an - happy new year everyone, and the picture on the side is averys dad]
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