Evanescent

1.

(present, 2014)

I put down the pen and leaned back in my chair. I stared at the paper for what seemed like a long time.

Was moving back to Australia really the right thing to do?

Finally, I picked up the letter, folded it, tucked it into a yellow envelope and left it on my desk.

Despite the doubts, I wanted a new start like a fat kid wanted chocolate. And that is pretty desperate.

My room was all packed, except for a few posters of All Time Low and Blink-182.

It felt weird to not be faced with a floor strewn with clothes and a messy bed. I was, in fact leaving tomorrow and I didn’t want my dad to clean up everything for me after I’ve left. He was shit at cleaning.

Running my fingers through my hair, I glanced at my clock and nearly fell off my chair. 1:06am. How am I supposed to wake up at 5 and leave before 6?

I hurriedly prepared for bed, brushed my teeth and chucked on a pair of pyjamas. I grabbed my iPod and put on my earphones. I had a sleep playlist filled with relaxing songs so I just played that as an attempt to fall asleep.

I didn’t end up dosing off until about 3am, thinking about all the possibilities tomorrow could hold.

~ ~ ~ Next Day ~ ~ ~

What's the worse thing in life?

I personally vote Waking up early in the morning. I swear I thought I was used to this by the time I finish highschool but of course not.

My alarm clock rang so annoyingly, I fought my urges to throw it out the urges really hard.

One quick look at my phone and again, I almost fell off my bed.

It was 15 minutes until 6am.

The boarding time of my plane was 7am and it took about half an hour to get to the airport. I know I’d make it in time but I really wanted time to relax at the airport, possibly buy some presents for my two siblings back at home.

I rushed out of bed and into the bathroom where I hurriedly brushed my teeth. I made the final decision to buy new stuff at Australia instead of having to pack the small necessities.

Stripping off, I had a cold shower to wake me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about what my mum would say when she first sees me, or what my siblings would look like now.

And Luke. I wondered whether he’d have a girlfriend by now. He should have, I mean, he is irresistible to be honest. I swear I’m not gay.

Skinny jeans or Chinos? Shirt or singlet? Jumper or sweater? Wait wouldn’t it be hot in Australia? But then again.. It’s cold outside.

I rummaged through my suitcase until almost everything was messed up. And this was only me TRYING not to dump everything out.

Finally, I chucked on a black singlet, black skinnies and fit a pair of black RayBans and Vans on. Woah. Badass, I know. I like this style. I should probably get more clothes like this back home.

I walked out of the bathroom all ready to go. I took one long look at my small bedroom, the drum kit I got for my 15th birthday and the cajon right beside it.

I WOULD bring it along if it could all fit in my suitcase -which was pretty large already-. I guess I’d have to get it shipped to Australia, considering I am supposed to stay there permanently.

I walked over to my precious instruments and picked up the drumsticks. I could at least bring these … The cajon had black duct tape along the side, saying ‘Ash’ with a large cross at the bottom.

I don’t even know what I was thinking back then, when I was 15 I mean. But I have changed so much. I guess I got over a bit of my past. I’m not as scarred.

Since no one was awake, I decided to write up a note to Dad to remind him I left, and that I made pancakes, which are in the fridge.

Before I knew it, I was flagging down a cab and riding towards the airport. I checked my watch and it read 6:15am. Good start.

During the ride, I pulled out my iPhone 5 which my Dad got for me as a departure present and scrolled through tumblr, liking and reblogging a few posts.

Of course it had dawned on me that I needed a job, and most likely a house soon. I had only finished my education at a local high school a few months ago, and I was… Well, stuck there.

I didn’t want to go on to college and my Dad wasn’t forcing me to do anything. I guess it was up to Sydney to give me something new.

Looking up, I realised we just arrived at the airport. I gave the cab-guy the correct amount of money and took off to check in.

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Hi sandy & nita :P

WELL UM. HI. this is chapter 1, not long at all. because SOMEONE or SOMEBODYs are rushing me XD

Anyway, enjoy~