The Move

Chapter 4

I have been trying to convince myself of the positives, of moving to America. The heat, is my main priority. My blonde hair, gets even blonder and my olive skin, gets even tanner. Then there's like the 'High schools' and stuff that seem pretty cool and football games and whatever. Is it like the movies? Because I totally want to be a cheerleader, that would be cool as fuck. However, I cant seem to convince myself just enough, to anticipate what the next 2 days will be like.

I was hungover from last nights goodbyes, glasses of wine with the girls, and upset..never a good combination. My bedroom was sparse and had merely a mattress, some curtains, and 6 boxes of junk in it, that is being thrown away or given to charity. My 17 boxes of stuff that I was moving with, was shipped early hours of yesterday morning and should be there for our arrival. This was it. It was really happening. I'm moving in less than 9 hours, away from London. I love this place..not the London everyone thinks of as the capital of England, but my London. The London that holds my friends, family memories, my school. Hey, even my virginity is lurking somewhere around here. I have travelled to so many places, among the likes of Spain, Portugal, Greece, France and Egypt but I have never been to America before. I'll admit, I am so scared. I feel like part of me is being ripped away, and sealed in a safe, that I can no longer reach. I feel like I am being forced forwards and told to never look back..how could I never look back? This was me? I belong here.

I had already said my final goodbyes, I didn't want to see the girls or Nathan anymore, it just hurt. It was around 9pm and our flight was scheduled for 6am the following Monday morning, so I attempted to get an early night. I easily became lost in my thoughts, and before I knew it, it was 1am. I decided I would sleep for a couple of hours and then give myself an hour to get ready, to leave for around 4am.

"(Y/N) WAKE UP ITS 2:40" I barely head my mum shouting up the stairs.. the last early morning wake up call I would hear in this house.

I got up, and jumped in the shower, scared but also eager to see what the next few days would entail. I didn't spend long in the shower, washed my hair and my body, shaved my legs and jumped out.

My travel bag aka, my old school back had a change of clothes, a book, my headphones, iPad, a hairbrush, and my makeup bag inside of it. I let my hair dry on its own, like I always did. My waist length, blonde hair was what I was known for. Everyone commented on how beautiful my hair was. It was naturally wavy, not curly, more like beach waves, I was pretty lucky I guess. I covered my tanned, yet tired  looking face in foundation, focusing on the dark circles encompassing my eyes. I brushed on some bronzer and a flick of mascara, nothing too heavy for a 9 hour flight. Suddenly, I heard my bedroom door burst open to see Hannah Emily Amy Danielle Alice and Megan stood at my door, dressed in trackies, hoodies and onesie's.

"What the fuck? What are you doing here?!?!?"

"We came to wave you goodbye you idiot" Megan yelled

"Bu..Bu.." I was speechless "..We said our goodbyes the other night? It's 3:30am, you guys have school in 4 hours. I told you all I didn't want you here, it will only make things harder.."

"Not even me here?" For fuck sake, I thought. This is like some cheesy romantic movie, but part of me was so happy he's here. I ran up to them all, and squeezed them all tight, in an awkwardly placed group hug. 

"I love you all so much" I didn't want to let them go..this wasn't funny. I'm officially leaving.

As we pulled out of the hug, everyone was crying..I even found myself crying. My 7 best friends have come to wave me goodbye at 3:30am, this is dedication.

I individually spoke to, and hugged each one of the girls. Amy was sobbing, she ruined my white crop top with her mascara, bitch. Danielle and Megan were silent, but their eyes said everything they needed to, their hugs were long, i'm goimg to miss their hugs. Emily was crying but laughing, that is totally her. She was reeling off as many hilarious memories she could think of, that we had had together, at once. I was dying with laughter, I couldn't believe I had a smile on my face during these circumstances. Alice was telling me to think of the future, that made me feel better. Hannah, was the worst, she couldn't breathe she was crying so hard.

"Stop crying you fucking idiot, I'm not dying! You're not at my funeral! I'm only moving away for a while, and before you know it, i'll be back again. Remember, don't let  any boys fuck you around, no more drinking cheap alcohol, and don't you dare watch series 6 of Vampire Diaries without me. Stop crying and get ready for school, you have Mr Thompson  for English today, and I know you fancy him, he won't want your ass looking like this Han. Were a duo for life, so get a grip, I'll facetime you when i'm there, it wont even feel like i'm gone"

But none of that helped her, I tried to stay positive, she was still sobbing. I couldn't blame her. The girls said goodbye to my parents and my brother, they took some cheesy snapchats and we posed for an instagram picture, it had to be done. 

My last goodbye was Nathan. I wanted to make it short and sweet to aviod anymore mascara being smudged onto my white blouse, however I knew this time, the mascara would be mine. He started to speak but I stopped him. I knew it wouldn't be anything he hasn't said in the previous 24 days, and I just wanted to hug him. This will be the last time I get to hug my boyfriend, for maybe months. For what seemed like hours, I pulled away from the hug, he knew I didn't want him to say anything, so all he said was "I love you", I kissed him lightly, and said "I love you too". I didn't want to walk away, but I knew the longer I stood there, the harder it would be. I squeezed his hand, and turned around towards the car.

I got in, slammed the door, and suddenly found myself crying hysterically. My family said nothing, but I knew if they had said anything it would have only made me feel worse. As my dad turned the engine on, I fastened my sealtbet and waved out the window. It was all over, 17 years worth of life, in that house, with those people, and all those memories, gone. This chapter of my life was over..

I felt like I needed to cry, until I had no more tears left, and so I did.

"To a new life", my dad said, as he drove away