A New Day, a New Life

A New Life, a New Day

Chapter One

The alarm goes off, I reach out my hand, grip my iphone and tap snooze. I grab the covers over me and grab my pillow placing it towards my chest, cuddling it as I day dream of the pyramids, Cleopatra, the beach, the shopping, oh and prince charming, "hmmm" my lips turn into a smile as I slowly pull the covers off me, sit up and place my feet on the floor. I pick up my phone and check the time, its 6am, I look at the time once over again and realise that I'm late. My movements are now limited as I rush into the bathroom, twisting my thick dark brown hair into a bun, cleanse my face and brush my teeth, rush to the bathroom and slip off my bonds into the wash, head back to the bathroom and wash my hands. I take one quick glance in the mirror within a second; my hand reaches for the tweezers, quickly plucking those two stray hairs of my naturally thick dark shapely eyebrows.

I turn back into my room, with a push of a button Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' starts playing as I slip on some black lace underwear with bra to match, I then sway my hips as I stand face on with my wardrobe, I pick up my Lees, grey loose shirt, white long line Ralph Lauren blazer, slipping them on one by one then shuffle through my boxes to reveal my black leather ankle boots but before I put them on, I open my draw and take out my little tan sockettes. I desperately slip them on followed by the boots and grab my black patent Guess bag and throw in my iphone then reach for it again, looking at the time, dropping it back in, "maaaannnn" running to the bathroom and checking out my olive skin, I rub in some moisturiser and stare at my reflection. I look at my almond shaped brown eyes and steadily apply darkest black mascara and dab some concealer under my eyes and upper lip, then run my toothbrush over my lips, exfoliating them to give them that natural pink pigment sheen.

I look up into the mirror and pull up my jeans realising that I need a belt. Running back into my room with the sound of boots clucking on the floorboards, I grab a black leather belt and slip it in through the loops then slip on my D&G watch along with silver studs and dad's thick necklace, "Forgive me daddy", I plead to myself. I shuffle through my bag making sure that I have my passport, lip gloss, sanitiser, eclipse, wallet, sunglasses, earphones and mini laptop as I realise that I've forgotten my favourite-goes-with-everything silk scarf and let loose my wavy hair that just sits slightly above my chest, put on a lightly embellished grey beret. I yank up the sleeves of my blazer to just below my elbows giving it that ruched-up feel and place a large black opal on my ring finger, with one swing I clutch my bag in and over my arm letting it settle on my mid lower arm. Fetch the remote with my free hand and turn off the stereo. I walk slowly out of my room as I stare back at the white furniture, pink walls, chandelier and the silver photo filled frames. I step forward leaving my suitcase, walking towards the frames and take a frame that holds a picture of me and the one I truly will miss, I place it into my handbag. Walking forward, holding my suitcase handle and stepping forward as I leave my life behind, I turn away with tears filling my eyes, knocking them back with blinks, towing my large already prepared black suitcase at the rear, stepping out of the home I lived in for 19 years.

I place my suitcase in the rear of my sleek Suzuki, closing the fifth door slowly. I look around me, taking in the view of my home, white with the greenest garden and reddest of roses, I look up to see the sun up. I reach into my bag for my Raybans and place them on swiftly. I walk over to the driver's seat, just about to open the door; I stare at my face in the window, smiling back only to reveal my rosy cheeks, push open the door, key in, foot down and drive.

Past the check-in and finally in the plane, I sit and remove my beret and Raybans, placing them into my bag that I push under the seat in front of me leading to take-off. I fix my hair by running my hands through it softly and look up only to glimpse the bright blue eyes that had just walked past me. I look back, my eyes chasing his every move, brown curly hair, tanned, black sweater with a chequered collar peeking through, dark Levis with black Vans. I quickly twirl my neck back before he notices, smiling to myself. He's so cute; I think to myself and man do I love a guy that has style. I love a guy that is experimental, wears a leather jacket one day, a neat shirt the next, to a simple white tee with cargos on any other given day. His face stays on my mind for the next ten minutes as I cuddle the small airplane cushion to suddenly get disturbed by a tall young man in an I heart NY shirt, light denim cut offs with haviannas and a Fox cap. He's shuffling around in the seat next to me and doesn't seem to know how to stay still.

He notices that I'm fixated on his movements and greets me with the casual "Hi",

I reply, "Hi" and turn to the window,

"I'm James" he introduces,

I turn to him, "Cheriela" and shake his volunteered hand.

He smiles with his straight white teeth, "Cheriela, nice name, where are you from?"

"I was born here in Australia, my dad's Egyptian, my mum's Lebanese, you?" I reply.

"Wow, that's cool, pyramids and all that yeah?" he replies with an amused voice then continues with a less amused voice, "Well, I'm half Australian, Half New Zealander".

I smile; you know that smile with your lips intact, well I was just smiling at him like that and replied, "Great".

Turning away to look at Perth, the skies were blue, but the sun was out of sight. I can feel James' eyes on me but I just chose to ignore it. Perth, I thought to myself. What a beautiful place, oh how pretty are your beaches, your parks, your weather, I will come back to you one day I vowed. I run my fingers down my scarf and twirled it flirtingly, thinking of all the people who I have left behind, my best friends, my dad, my brother and my mum. I tell myself that they'll visit. I face forward and rest my head on the seat and grip the sides of the seat as the plane takes off.

James looks over, "Are you scared Cheriela?"

I look over to James' big brown eyes and scruffy hair hidden under his cap, "A little", I must have underestimated this guy and I really appreciated his care right now, god knows how much I need it.

"Is it your first plane ride?" he sounded worried

I look into his eyes, "No, no travelled many times before but I guess I'm scared of the future"

He smiles his big smile with those pearly whites, "You'll be fine, every day is a new day, a new life"

I smile back this time with my teeth and thought to myself as the plane took off, yes, a new day, a new life...