Chapter 1
"But Mom, I really don't see a need for me-"
"Becca, we already registered you into the school. There is no turning back now. Now, go pack your bags and get ready for your flight to London tomorrow." Mom said sternly.
I sighed in frustration and ran a hand through my long, brown hair.
I'm Becca, your typical brown-haired girl-next-door kind of girl. I'm not as pretty as those models in the magazines or not as charismatic as those actresses in the movies. I'm just... plain i guess. Nothing special.
Why is it that Mom wants me to migrate to London you may ask? Well, it's a pretty long and complicated story. We'll save that story for another time. Because, right now, I have to pack my stupid luggages. Damnit. Why do I have to go to London? God, everything sucks. Life sucks but that's how it is.
I stuffed my whole closet into my luggage and zipped it up. Sigh. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day. I closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.
-The next day-
"Becca! Wake up! You're almost late!"
I woke up to my Mom screaming at me. Groaning, I grabbed a pillow and used it to block the sunlight seeping through the open blinds.
"Five more minutes Mom," I mumbled through the pillow.
"If you don't get up now, I'm cancelling your credit card," Mom stated, hands on her waist.
I sat up almost immediately and scrambled to the bathroom. My precious credit card! My baby! No way I'm letting Mom cancel it!
I brushed my teeth and took a bath. After changing, I rushed out of the bathroom and and did my makeup that only consists of a thin layer of eyeliner and mascara, followed by curling the ends of my hair with my hair curler. I put on a pair of maroon converse then took my luggage down.
"Bye Mom, I love you." I said, hugging her tightly.
She hugged me back awkwardly and nodded. My Mom isn't the warm, friendly type of mother. We don't really have a close relationship. I was always closer to my Dad, but that was only before he passed away. After saying my goodbyes, I exited the house and hailed a taxi.
"To the airport please," I told the taxi driver.
I plugged in my earphones and listened to some One Direction. Soon, I reached the airport and paid the taxi driver the taxi fare. I took out my plane ticket and checked the flight number.
"Oof!" The great impact caused me to land on the floor, my passport and plane ticket scattered around me. I looked up to see a pair of mesmerising blue eyes.
"Oh! I am so sorry! I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you up," he said, a warm smile plastered on his face. I blushed and took his hand. He helped pick up my passport and plane ticket and passed it to me.
"Thanks," I smiled before walking away. God he was hot. Very, very hot. I was still blushing when I reached the departure hall. I gave my ticket to the security officer.
"Bye bye America, hello London."
