"Please give me your passports" I take my passport from my wallet and give it to my mom, she give to a woman who should check our tickets. I turn around to see where are my siblings and there they are. They sleep on chairs and wait for our plane. We are here one hour and I already miss New York. I haven't even come to London and I hate it already.
"Kat, honey please help me with these tickets" my mom said and give me five tickets, "And please cheer up, you won't die there". You think?
"How I can be happy when you ruined my life?" She just look at me whit a serious look and go to wake up my sisters and brother. I love her, I really do. But why we must to move? She wake up my sister and borther and we're headed for the exit. I'm draggin my bag and just look outside the windows. I will miss this city so much.
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Dear diary, I'm in airplane and I'm going to London. I'll live there with my mom, sister and brother. We will live with my mom's friend and her children. Two left women found a way to be happy. But who cares for children? Who is asking us whether we agree with that decision? No one. I had to leave my boyfriend and my friends, because of my fucking dad. He left us and my mom decided to move on. Move on with another guy, not with another country... I have to go, utill next time
Your Kat xo
I looked out the window and everything is so white. It looks like foam and I just want to jump in.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, we are landing soon. Thank you". The stewardess said and everybody start to tie their belts. I put my diary in bag and tie my belt. White foam is slowly disappearing and I can see little land. Every minute we are getting closer to the land. After a few minutes we landed. We got off the plane and in the waiting room is waiting for us mom's friend. She is in middle age, has brown hair and big brown eyes. She is so beautiful.
"Hi" she hugged us, "Welcome to London" she said with really cute accent. My mom and she talked as we walked to the car. I feel like Alice in Wonderland, I want to go back to New York. Everything is weird here and all have a weird accent that I could hardly understand. We came to the car. A large, black car. We put all our bags and got into the car. I'm looking out the window and I have to admit that London is such a nice city. After half an hour we finally arrived. Trisha parked her car and they all got out of the car. I got out of the car and I turne around. In front of me is a big house with yellow walls and black roof. On the doorstep are three girls. I suppose they are Trisha's daughters. Thanks God. I don't need a boy in the house. I meet with the girls, their names are Doniya (oldest), Waliyha and Safa (youngest). All three are beautiful and I look like their mom. I go into house and Safa is telling me what is where and she show me my room. I dropped my bags in the room. I like the room. The room was large, the walls are dirty pink and have my own bathroom. I have a large window and bench, big bed and a closet that is bigger than my previous. Maybe this is not so bad. Maybe I need change. Safa come to my room and sit on my bad.
"Do you like?" she asked me with her cute accent and she looking at me with her big eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Yes" , she jumpe and hugg me, "So, do you want to be my sister?"
"Of course honey!" I said with a smile.
"Cool! Mom sent me to tell you that dinner will be ready in an hour", she smiled, "Then will my brother come". After those words Safa was out of the room and I was left bewildered. Did she say brother? Great...
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Hi guys, I'm Andrea! This is the first page of my book. Probably there are errors in the writing, because English is not my native language. Please tell me what you think xoxo
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Disturbing Behavior
FanfictionDear diary, I'm in airplane and I'm going to London. I'll live there with my mom, sister and brother. We will live with my mom's friend and her children. Two left women found a way to be happy. But who cares for children? Who is asking us whether we...