Off to Sweden

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I was gonna miss England. All the fun times. Life was so much fun. I could already hear mum and dad downstairs talking about the new house. I sat on the bed gripping onto my blanket, sobbing at all the pictures of my friends around me. They promised to message me, but what if I lose signal there? What if they find new friends better than me? I ran down to my mum and dad, crying. My mum put her arm around me and softly comforted me. She was assuring me moving here would earn us some more money.
"But we don't need money mum!Have you thought about ME in any of this?"
"Of course sweetie! We thought you would enjoy it anyway, you'll make even more friends and Sweden is very interesting."
Well next week everything was going to change. My home, my friends, my whole life.
~6 days later~
I couldn't bare to look back. My phone buzzed from my pocket and I saw messages from my friends to say bye. I rushed into the line, covering my face.
I felt like everyone was looking at me so I sat right at the back of the plane, texting my friends. Suddenly the plane started moving. I covered the window with my hand and tried to sleep, it looked like I was going to have to deal with it.

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