Destinations

Chapter 1

Sydney; 3:44 A.M

"I don't think it's a good idea"
"Of course it's a good idea when did I ever have bad ideas lexi, don't act dumb", Stella says as she pushes the suitcase out of the car
"You don't want me to answer that"

Ever since I graduated, the stress I dealt with in high school became worse. I left a place where I had to take someone's permission to go to the washroom to making life decisions on my own.
At 18, you could say i was pressured by everyone around me.
I was raised by a single mother, my dad had died at the age of 6, Nora took care of me and Steph on her own.
Mom is a very strange person, and let me tell you, she dealt with tons of bipolar problems, but she was my mom, and i loved her.
Steph, apart of being my biggest pain in the arse, is my 16 years old baby sister. She's always loved shopping and stealing my things. Nonetheless, i was a sucker when it came to her.
I don't remember much of my dad, other than he was a head office manager and that he loved his job. Mom said he was a great guy, but she refused to talk about him. She said the less we know the better because without memories, it wouldn't hurt that much.
And she was right.
But to be honest, you can't miss someone you never knew.

We payed the taxi, then headed to the doors; although the late timing, the place was filled with people and it was hard to figure out wether the shining things in the sky were stars or planes landing.

I inherited mom's brown hair and dad's hazel eyes. I don't think i've ever been the happiest with my appearance, although some would apparently gladly deal with my looks; according to my best friend Stella.

Stella was the world's biggest bitch, well to anyone who met her apart me. I've got quite used to her charades. Don't get fooled though, she's a sweetheart underneath that baddie appearance. Her hair were plain black and she had the prettiest green eyes ever. They were a mix between hazel and green, and although she said the color looked like poop's, we all thought she was beautiful.

Ive been studying in the university of Sydney since forever; but, don't get confused: i did not pick to study there, i was just confused and my mom decided to interfere by sending my papers. So, on September 5th four years ago, i started studying chemical engineering even though i hate it. My part time job was a baby sitter, and even though i don't seem like it, I'm pretty cool with kids. This job even helped me learn how to cook, and i get paid 7$ an hour. So its a win-win. I babysit every Tuesday and Thursday and the rest of the days i tutor some children in the neighborhood.
Nonetheless, i managed to collect a good amount of money ever since i started saving.

My best friend Stella didn't go to college. She wants to study journalism in London. But her parents can't really afford it. So she forgot about it, and contented herself with working at our town's café Bérenger.

High school with Stella was the best, we had good grades and we were invited to every party; mostly because Stella promised guys she'd hook up with them if they invited us which she never did because at the end of the night they were too drunk to remember.
We'd get wasted outside on vodka and talk about stupid stuff like unicorns underwear and marshmallow beds. Of course, we had other friends, but they weren't as weird as us.
Stella and I were just bizarre. We knew somehow that this word was invented just for us.
We were kind of opposites, yet dangerously alike. But for a thing, i knew she was everything i had right now.

Barely a couple of hours before I left, i fought with my mom, during dinner about me leaving. I knew she wouldn't take it easily, but even with all the fights, she never asked me to leave the table; so i know, that this one isn't like others. But i didn't know that the same night ill have to leave. And i wish i left on better conditions.
I know that getting separated from their kids is hard for a mom, but mine is a very open extrovert. She never asked me before where Im going or how long will I be staying, and it's not like we had a bad relationship. I think its mostly because I made it clear to myself that family comes first, always.
My mom was my biggest shield, and my best friend. But maybe it is time to step out of the umbrella for once and meet the rain.

Sydney Airport
As Stella pushed the glass doors, i struggled to get the suitcases inside.
This was it, its really happening
I was dressed in jeans and a sweater, since i didn't have time to get fully dressed. Its three in the morning for heaven's sake. My friend, had our passports in her hand, ready to go. I still couldn't believe it.
As we made our way to check in, i felt my head turn from dizziness. My feet were trembling and my hands were pale. I've never thought that this was real and that was going to happen. Guess, but who really knows his future ?
After deposit of our suitcases, we sat at the silent coffee shop and while Stella sipped on her frappucino, i consumed espresso after espresso.
It wasn't a secret that i wasn't feeling great.
I felt homesick way before i even left home, but i knew, somehow i was going the right thing.
Its not about leaving home it's about finding myself and for that, i will do it no matter how scared I was. Somehow, having Stella here made it a lil bit easier because i got to take a bit of home with me.

After everything we've been through, its good to have someone who knows your soul; someone you can laugh with, joke about and lean in when you're asleep during a long car ride.
Both of us attended a good number of parties every friday, parties that collected in memories to add to our list. And parties with her were always fun when we got to snapchat Meria Collins topless yelling the lyrics of "fancy" by iggy azalea on top of the kitchen table or when we leaked Aline Retan's beer spluttering during sixth grade parties. But parties weren't everything as well; sometimes building forts and Kenton Henson music therapy was all we ever needed to feel alright on our own.
I remember one night, during Josh Christian's homecoming afterparty, we got wasted on the rooftop, and laughed our guts out until 5am. We kept talking and we thought about leaving home. Let's be honest, back then, none of us even stepped into a plane before. Rozelle was sufficient.
So far.
So we talked about leaving with no where in mind; someplace we could be us and not give a damn. Somewhere big, were nobody knew you, so they couldn't judge you.
I mean, we did not know what's it all about. It was just a thought, a plan, some kind of twisted dream deep our souls that we knew wouldn't happen because we never had the strength to leave home and its memories.
Back then, it was just an idea;
Until now..