The moment I heard I was moving to the UK, was the moment that I didn't hate my shitty parents as much. Most of the time the final goodbyes are the hardest, but not this time. I had so many questions for Kate.. I was ready to get on my 15 hour flight.
I noticed my mom started to tear up as I was about to say goodbye. To me, this was easy. I kissed my moms cheek, being the same height of 5'4, then kissed my 6'2 dad. The only hard part was saying goodbye to my siblings.
I looked at their green eyes and chuckled. How didn't I realize I was adopted? Mark wrapped me up in his long arms. "love you little sis." Mark mumbled.
"Ha. You mean cousin?" I suggested. Mark looked me down into my eyes.
"No.. I mean sister." Mark let go of his tight grip and walked away.
Next, I looked down to Olivia. We had the same blonde hair. That was it. Nothing else. Olivia flashed me a small smile and hugged onto me, a tear streaming down her round face. I wiped her tears away and she started to smile from ear to ear.
"Hear, take this." Olivia handed me a small box about the size of a tissue box.
"Thank you." I was smiling largely and I kissed Olivia's head.
We stayed there until we heard a monotone voice say, "flight 82 now boarding."
I let out a deep sigh and kissed Olivia again. My parents took her away as I gathered my things. UK here I come.
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I sat on the flight. I was on a row with three seats. I was sitting in the middle. Next to the window was a boy about 3 inches taller than me. He had blonde hair with jet black roots. He stared out the window so I couldn't get a glimpse of his face. On the other side of me was an older women. She was the cute elderly type. Soon, I put in my headphones to tone out the awful movie that was playing.
I woke up to the boy next me tapping on my shoulder. "Uh-h hi sorry." I muttered. The boy had such a cute face. Oh, and his smile was even better.
"Hey sorry. I'm Niall. You are?" Niall spoke with an Irish accent.
"Hey I'm Blake." I blushed with shyness because I had a horrible boys name. When I was a kid, I would get bullied because I was told I was a boy or a lesbian. Douche bags.
"I love your name. " Niall winked and kept his cheeky smile.
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