Whole New World

Goodbye, Malaysia.

     "I don't get it, do we really have to move?" I whine to my mother which is helping my father finishing packing stuff into their suitcase." You know we don't have a choice right? Alena it's your father's decision and we can't really say anything about it." my mother said firmly.

     "But I don't wanna move, I can't leave my friends, school and my life here!! plus we are moving to another state!! a different country!! there's no way in hell that I'm going to move from Malaysia!!" I protest.

       "The decision is final. Whether you like it or not, we are still moving" my father snapped at me when he suddenly emerged from my parent's room, taking another box from my mother to help her.

       "Now go to your room and finish your packing" my father ordered. I obeyed and ran to my room, slamming the door shut. "GODDAMMIT," I screamed. I looked at my half-packed suitcase and boxes with a frustrated face. Tears then began to stream down my face, "why won't they get it, I don't wanna leave my life here" I said through sobs. "It's literally Los Angeles, what if I got bullied because of who I am, they know how some people treat Muslims in a foreign country. After a few minutes, I calmed myself, and began packing all of my things, feeling sad as I putting them in some boxes that marked 'Alena's'.

       After I was done with my stuff, I called all of my friends, one by one since I can't meet them because my father told us that we had to rush early to the airport to avoid traffic jams. It was really hard for me to hold my tears, so I just sob loudly while I talked to my friends. Sarah was the hardest to talk to because she is my best friend since childhood. I called her last so that we could talk longer. Both of us were crying during the call and it was really hard to hang up the call. After they do, Alena's father called for her saying that they're ready to go.

         "God I'm not ready at all," I thought to myself. I then took my black backpack and walked up to the door. I stopped at my front door then took a long last look at the room I grew up in. "I'm going to miss this so fucking much" I looked at the walls that I painted by myself, all of the doodles are still there, a little faded but it's still the best thing I have ever done. 

       "Alena! why are you taking so long?? we're going to be late!" my father shouted. "I guess this is goodbye, bitchass room" I whisper slowly. I then went downstairs and got straight into my father's car. I didn't even glance at my father because I don't feel good at the time to even look at them. The drive was really quiet since I ignored all of my father's attempts to comfort me. Then suddenly my mother says, "Alena you know your father just doesn't want to live separately from us? it just means he loves us, darling". just do I block out their voice by putting on earphones and listening to songs from my favorite band, 5 Seconds Of Summer. 

        I fell asleep on a song called lie to me by 5sos and woke up to the voice of my mother, waking me up saying that we have arrived at the KLIA airport. After we took care of our bags, we got into the airplane and it took off. After my parents are seated they told me to go and find my seat, which is a bit far from them. I was seated next to the window, I looked outside the window looking at the plane that is slowly getting off the ground.

        "Goodbye Malaysia," I said and sighed. Still a bit teary-eyed.  looking beside I'd noticed there's a blonde medium long-haired boy. I think he's a tourist, judging by the color of his hair but I can't see his face tho. Because of his hoodie and a flu mask covering half of his face. Not caring much, I tried to get some sleep and failed because of the sudden urge to use the toilet.

         I then got up and tried to squeeze in front of the mysterious boy, but ended up stomping on his feet, making him yelp."Oh god, I'm so sorry" I panicky told him."It's ok" he replied. "but you should have told me that you want to get up, I can stand and make a way for you," said the boy while chuckled a bit. I blushed. His voice was gentle and hoarse. "s-sorry again" I stuttered and quickly went to the airplane toilet.