Double Love

Chapter 7

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Elli's POV

I'm here!

Manhattan, New York.

Right now I'm getting off the plane and I don't feel so good. One reason I'm missing Soph and second I had a not so great meal on the plane. I just can't wait to get to the new house so I can, well, do my business.

I can't believe I'm not in England anymore. I've traveled outside of England before, but I always came back. Now I'm not going back to England.

As I was walking towards the security entrance, I started thinking about school. What if I don't fit in with the other kids? What if I don't make any friends? Who will I hang out with? What if I get lost? What if people make fun of me? What if people don't like me because I'm British and I have an accent? What if they make fun of my accent? Well, if people don't like me because I'm British, then they're just mean and not very multicultural and I ain't judging where they come from, so they shouldn't judge others. Maybe I could teach them how to speak in a British accent and they can teach me how to speak in an American accent, but I'm sure I'll catch on sooner or later.

We just got our luggages and now we're heading towards the taxi. As we get in the taxi my stomach starts to ache and I really need to use the bathroom.

In the car I keep thinking about Sophie and all the good times I've had with her, and school, and what it's like to be here, and how many memories I've left back in England. I wonder how my mum and dad are feeling, I mean they had to give everything up in England, their friends, their family, the house, the car, and they came to a new country just for work to make money and keep me happy all at the same time. Huh, I never thought about how much my parents have done for me, I guess I should stop thinking about myself and what I'm going to do in America and ask how my parents are feeling right now. Well, maybe not now cause they're focused on the road, probably to see how they're going to get around because we don't have a car anymore, so they'll have to use public transit.

Half an hour later we arrive at the new house. Finally! It seems like forever since we've been trapped in this taxi.

My dad unlocks the door to the house and I rush in. Woah, this place is huge!

Not knowing where I was going I run into the first room I see and slam the door and lucky for me, it was the bathroom. After I was done, I realized there was no toilet paper.

"Mum!" I scream.

I hear footsteps nearing towards the door.

"What is it Elli?" My mum says opening the door just a crack.

"I.. Uh, need some toilet paper." I say looking around the bathroom.

My mum giggles and then walks away.

"Hey! Where are going? I'm kind of in a crisis here! No toilet paper!" I say loudly.

My mum comes back with a big roll of toilet paper and hands it to me and then she shuts the door gently. Ooohh, it's ultra soft, must be Charmin. After I was done in the bathroom my dad gives me a tour of the house and then he shows me my room. It's quite nice actually, it's way bigger than the one I had in England but I still miss the old one.

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I look around my new room and it has everything! It has tons of shelves for all my books and dolls, a huge dresser, a gigantic mirror, a big comfy bed, or well it looks comfy, my own bathroom, and best of all, an enormous walk-in closet! I could have fit all of my clothes in here, too bad I had to give some away to salvation, I could have given it to Sophie, and plus she did want to keep it, but her mum said no because she already had a lot of clothes. I only brought the clothes that I really wanted to keep.

"Elli?" My mum says while she walks into my room.

"Good you're in here. So, how do you like your new room? It's nice, huh. I brought some of the luggages up so you can start unpacking. Then maybe in a few days we'll go shopping for some furniture in the living room. This house came half furnished and the only rooms that don't have furniture in them is the living room, kitchen, and bathrooms." My mum says.

"Mum? Did you really want to move here?" I ask.

"Not necessarily, I did love the house back in England and the garden in the backyard was my favourite, but your father and I both got job offers and promotions at work so we obviously took them, but then we found out we had to move New York, which was a coincidence because we both got offers to the same location. Anyway, we thought why not, I mean it could be good for you and us, make new friends, explore the world a little bit." My mum answers.

"But I didn't want to move! What if I'm the new freak everyone will not like at school? Or what if I just don't fit in with the other kids?" I say as I think about starting a new school in a few days.

"Sweetie, I'm sure you'll make lots of friends. You had lots of friends back in England." My mum replies.

"Yeah, but that was in England, things aren't the same here!" I say raising my voice.

"Honey, you should rest, you must be tired, it was a long flight, you can unpack your luggage and decorate your room later." My mum says with a weak smile.

My mum walks out of my room and closes the door behind her. I feel kind of bad for raising my voice because I could tell my mum wasn't so thrilled moving here and she didn't like the idea of starting a new life here but I guess that's just life, you got to do things you may not want to do and eventually you'll grow to liking the changes you've made.

I set my luggages to the side of the wall and then walk over the bed. The comforter is mint blue with white and pink stripes and zig-zags, it was really cute. I hop into bed and boy, let me just tell you how soft and comfortable this bed was. I could sleep forever in here. I wiggle into the position and close my eyes. Slowly, my eyes start to feel heavy and I drift off to sleep.