"Yo! Emily! Get up, we're leaving at six thirty!" My brother yells from his room down the hall. "I mean it! We have to get to the airport at eight!" I mentally slap myself in the face suddenly remembering my dad got a new job in Sydney. Out of all the places his work could be, they choose a whole other continent to work at. Also the airport that my dad's boss lives closest to is ridiculously far away from where we live.
Zach charges into my room. "I don't hear or see any moving!" I groan and fling a pillow in his direction, but like always his reflexes are too fast and he catches it. "Alright, alright. I'm up." I say swinging my legs over the side of my bed and sitting up straight. "Okay but hurry and get dressed, I don't want to upset anybody. This situation is already stressful as it is." I nod and shoo him out the door so I could quickly get changed.
Dad always said to have "airplane" clothes ready in my closet that are easy to get on, just incase this happened. So I picked the most comfortable clothes I could find. A sports bra, black yoga pants, a loose Nirvana t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. No effort at all.
We have moved a couple times before for my dad's job, so I'm used to leaving my old friends and making new ones. But we have never moved to another continent 9,000 miles away. I know there is FaceTime and Skype, but that almost never works. Also school starts in three days over there, so I'll have to finish my last year of high school as the new kid. Almost like a freshman. Don't they use the metric system or something down there? Ugh, I didn't even think about the new things I'll have to learn, completely misunderstand, and make a fool of myself. Great. And another thing, I'll probably sound like an idiot because I have a "New York" accent. Jesus I didn't even think about all of this.
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The City // l.h
ספרות חובביםMy name is Emily Tate, and I've just recently moved to Sydney from New York.
