buzz...buzz...buzz. The noise that you hear and instantly think ''no''. open my eyes and break through the warm and comfortable darkness into bright and active daylight, lovely. buzz....buzz...buzz.... roll over and slam down my hand on the alarm clock, it's early again, i need a new one. 6:15 and it's Monday, you can feel the happiness cant you? i don't want to stand up; get out of my warm and cozy bed, but i have too, i'll never get back to sleep. throw back the duvet and pull out my legs, one at a time because, like i said, its Monday. feet hit the chill floor and I'm sitting, sitting on my bed with my head in my hands. hunched over. what was the point? what would be so dramatic if i wasn't to move, stay here all day and not go to school? would anyone notice? no.
thoughts like that always come to mind on a Monday. Monday is the day of the week that we all dread because its first, if it was Friday we would love it, but no, we hate it because with a Monday you get Tuesday, then Wednesday then Thursday and then Friday and Friday is the one we love. Friday gives us Saturday and Sunday... the weekend. but I'm just stating the obvious again, as usual, like i always do. I pulled up my head and walked over to my french doors, they go out onto the balcony and give the most amazing view of the beach. moving to Australia was a shock, no rain or snow or anything cold. I'm from England and that's all you get there. cold. it was lovely though, cozy and cute, nothing shocking or dangerous, its like your nan i guess: Safe, old, lovely and a little bit posh. Its the best feeling when you come home and you can walk on the beach, just step out the front door and you get this amazing view of endless ocean and sand. warmth is lovely. Kay o'keefe reserve, that's my home now, lovely. simply lovely.
i grabbed my cardie and walked out onto the balcony, the view takes your breath away every time. its been six months living here now and I'm sort of used to it but i still miss my friends and old house, we had to leave so much behind. The dog, my room, my friends, everything that made me who i am was left in England and Ive had to start again.
I've got a new dog. He's called Percy, he's a lovely German Shepperd and fluffy as anything. the heat doesn't help him but its fine most of the time, sunbathing in the garden and paddling in the pool even. he's a laugh but i do miss my old one, spot, he was the dog from my childhood. had him since he was a puppy and always been best mates, but we had to leave him with my aunty and uncle; you see he's really old now, cant travel.
I got a new room, its huge. cirlce shape, walk-in-wardrobe, en suite and balcony. its white and has this really amzing canvas; its of a butterfly and fills up most of my wall, its beautiful. I've got loads of posh high-tech stuff, mainly apple. i have everything apple: Ipad, Iphone, Ipod classic (because i properly love music) apple tv, Imac and a macbook air, cost thousands but my dad said "its our new life so we're getting wantever we want" so i have. Lucky me hey?
I've made new friends, a few at least. Being English makes me a little bit different and liked actually, people we're all over we when I came here but thats died down and ive found my group. its nice and i like it but you can feel a little jealous of all the really popular girls though from time to time.
Anyway, im off topic, things like this always make me loose track. i walked inside and slid my wardrobe open. i pulled out my clothes for the day, no uniform here so i can wear what i like. denim shorts, white tee and a grey jacket. casual and normal for me, what i look my best in. quicky changed out of my pj's into the shorts, tee and jacket. grabbed my phone off charge and rushed down the spiral staircase
"hey etta!" i hear from my little three year old sister, she cant say my name right, my names emma but she calls me etta. dont ask. i walked over to her and picked her up by her sides. she's so cute, her name is fliss and has the sweetest smile you have ever seen. "hello flissy, hows my ickle sis?" she speaks a lot now but has trouble saying some words, its cute but kind of annoying for my parents. "happy! happy happy happy!" bless her, sometimes i wonder how we're related, she's beautiful and, yeah, im not. i set her down in her high chair at the island in the kitchen. i pulled out some breakfast or us, watermelon today, dad probably got it on his run this morning before work. he gets up at 4:30, goes for a run to the early market in town to get some fresh fruit and stuff before anyone else, comes home and sets off to work at 6:00. so, i put out the plate of watermelon and deseeded it for fliss. we sat there, eating watermelon and listening to the radio. we moved here just after one direction got big, i downloaded their album off itunes as soon as and listening to it repeatedly on every plane; when you hear them on the radio you go a little crazy because ive known about them for so long, like so long. everyone at school was shocked when i said ive seen them live in england, x-factor tour, direct eye contact with louis and harry and i almost died. its funny how everyone is talking about them now when only a few months ago nobody in austrailia knew. id been obsessed for ages and everyone thought i was mad but they get it now, they know how amazing they are. "your insecure, dont know what for, your turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or" i was spinning round the kitchen singing along nostalgicaly, one direction and britain and britain is home. well, it was.
