Forgotten

Chapter Four

*Karley's POV*

I woke up to the light shining through the opened curtains and my mom softly saying "Come on honey, we have to leave." I turned away from her and moaned "What time is it?" My mother walked to the door and said "3:00 am, now get up." I got up, and stretched.

I walked to my closet and pulled out my outfit I left out for the plane ride. I pulled on the black skinny jeans and a red long sleeve shirt. I slip on my grey uggs and pull my hair into a side braid. I put on foundation and a little bit of mascara. After I look as good as I possibly can at three in the morning, I walk downstairs, and my mom is waiting by the door.

We get into the cab and head to the airport. As were passing Michaela's house, I yell "Hey! Stop I have to say goodbye to Michaela!" My mom ignores me and advises the driver to do the same. I scowl at my mother and say "Why did you do that? I couldn't even say goodbye?" My mother just waves me off so I ignore her. She doesn't understand how mad I am.

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After a long drive, we finally arrive at the airport. I'm still mad at my mother, and I just ignore her. We walk through the airport to our waiting gate, and standing in the middle-- is Michaela. I drop my bags and run straight to her. I wrap her in a big hug and we don't let to for a while. Finally, we pull away and I burst into tears. We wait together until our flight is announced. We share one last hug, and then I follow my mother to our plane. I wave to Michaela until I can't see her and she does the same.

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We get on the plane, and I got the window seat. My mother tried talking to me. I kept ignoring her and she eventually gave up. When the flight attendant announced we had ten minutes before we landed in England, my mother turned to me. She said

"Karley, I know your mad at me, and mad that you had to leave Michaela but it's for the better. I promise you that you will love it here, and you will make great friends. I want you to have a good attitude when we step off this plane, an actually give this a chance." I turned to her and replied

"I'm sorry for my attitude but I have every right to be mad. I will try to make new friends, but I will never like it here." My mother sighed and I knew she gave up. I smiled at that thought, but it quickly disappeared when we had to leave the plane. I knew that this wasn't a dream, and I desperately wanted it to be, as I stepped into England.