I set my alarm clock last night for 9am and I regretted it as soon as my head hit the pillow, so at 9 o clock I managed to drag myself out of bed looking like a frigging zombie and managed to get to the bathroom for a shower without a single soul seeing me., I’ve just done my makeup but I’m that nervous my hand was shaking so bad I’m surprised I don’t look like a circus clown. So now I’m done all that’s left to do is say bye to the rest of my family.
“Alix!! Are you ready yet?!”
“Yes mum, so please stop bugging its irritating”
“Sorry, I just don’t want you to miss your train darl” mum replied sheepishly from the bottom of the stairs, I take one last look at my room and the next thing I know I’m practically falling down the stairs trying to get my suitcases to the bottom
“Mum?!”
“Yes, what’s the matter” she replies while blatantly staring at me in a heap at the foot of the stairs
“A little help maybe!!” I answer snappishly
“Oh right, yeah sorry I’ll do that now” she managed to spurt out in between laughs
“Cheers, next time you can do it and mum my train doesn’t even get to the station till 6 o clock, its 10am were not going to miss it”
“Okay, okay ill stop worrying, now go get your brother were leaving”
“MINIMUNCHER!! WERE LEAVING, GET YOUR SHOES ON!!” I shouted through to the hallway before popping my head round the living room door
“RYAN!!”
“What do you waaaaant ayix” he whined as he turned around with his arms crossed moodily
“Shoes on minimuncher” why can’t he just do as he’s told the first time, god he’s so annoying but he is adorable when he can’t pronounce my name properly. I’m going to miss him so much it’ll be unbearable but you gotta do what you gotta do.
I’m not moving to London alone cause I wouldn’t be able to afford it, so me and my best mate Karisma made a deal that we’d share a flat and pay half the bills each but in all honesty I give us less than a month before we’re back in our home town again. Karisma is beaut she really is, not that she’d ever believe it though, she has long; black layered hair and big light brown eyes … she wears black glasses and she is incredibly curvy, while I on the other hand have none even my hips are non- existent oh and she’s an amazing writer. I’m totally different to her as I write songs, I have red hair; blue eyes and I love to sing and act. Her dress sense is an artsy rockish urban look and I wear things that aren’t really in fashion anymore but we’re like one in the same.
