I took a final glance at my now naked room. It used to be covered with posters, mirrors, and photos of me and my friends. Closing the door, I walked down the stairs to meet my pregnant mother and caffeine high father waiting for me with suitcases.
I heaved a sigh. "I'm going to miss it here."
"I know hun but it's time to move, with your sister and one on the way this place just is not big enough." My mom explained to me once more.
I followed the two as we walked to the small rental car. It only had two doors so I would have to climb in the tiny space between the door and seat. Great. All of our suitcases were packed into the trunk and in the two seats beside so I'm going to be having wheels jamming into my side.
I spoke once more. "i still don't get why we couldn't just move like a couple streets over or just a bigger house. Why do we have to move completely over the ocean in uk."
My dad started to get a bit snappy, "Desirea. Listen, I have a job opportunity over in the uk for twice the pay that I had here. Not just shut your mouth and buckle up."
Turning to look at the window I crossed my arms and brought my knees up to my chest. Of course he had to be a jerk about it. My dad despises back talking with a passion. He absolutely hates it and I've once been hit for doing it. I can't help it. I am naturally a back-talking person who does not know how to shut there mouth but that's okay because my mom is the same way.
The scratchy sound of the radio was a light background noise, the only thing holding some noise besides the sound of engines and wheels on the highway roads. Every so often the sound of a horn here and there.
I could feel the coffee I had drank early this morning fading as I grew tired but I forced myself to stay awake until I was at least on the plane. I tucked stray brown strands of hair behind my ear and out of my face and sat up, pulling my phone out of my carry on bag for the plane ride.
There was so many texts from my friends telling me how much they'd miss me and on my facebook and twitter full of the same thing. It's just sad that I just had to let go so soon. I found out a couple days before I was leaving so I only got a small amount of time to say bye to them.
I watched the cars as we pulled into the busy airport parking lot and one by one we piled the suitcases out. I only had three but my parents are horrible at packing so they each had a lot more than I did.
Slowly I walked, not wanting to hurry out of my home. Well old home now. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here with all of my friends instead of being around strangers with stupid accents. I knew both my mom and dad didn't like me being in a foul mood but right about now I couldn't care.
My father glared at me. "Desirea, stop being such a brat."
I rolled my eyes making it obvious that I did not care. Since out suitcases were gone it was literally a weight lifted off of my shoulders. All I had to carry was my carry on bag. We walked to the security and I let out a small huff dropping my bag on the the table and it went through the conveyor belt x-ray thing,
Pulling off my jacket and converse and put it up in the basket and went through the detector that was really weird looking. Since I was clear I grabbed my bag and shoes and sat on a bench to put them back on.
My mother had somehow already had her shoes back on and said, "Hurry honey. We're going to be late."
I replied. "I'm going as fast as I can mom."
We continued to walk down the huge walkways until we got to our gate and sat down again. We had 5 minutes until boarding and the majority of the people here were excited, giddy teenagers who were talking about One Direction.
