My life with the brooks brothers

Chapter 1~leaving

//Megan's pov\\
My last day at school was finally over. Yes!. I never really liked school I suppose when I was younger I was bullied so it must have put me off. I'm so glad no more assignments, I never did my homework so I got a lot of detentions, I suppose the school probably hate me, just as much as I hate them.
I never really bothered because I wanted to live while I could, I started drinking and smoking but soon stopped because I felt bad for my mum, she was constantly worried about me and I didn't want to put her through that so I changed crowds and made some new friends who are alright I suppose. I probably won't speak to them ever again now that school is over but it was fun while it lasted.
Thinking about it now I think I will really miss school, aside from all the arguments and detentions and crap, I liked having a timetable it was like there wasn't really any responsibility for me, but now I'm out in the big wide world, with no idea on what I want to do with my life.
That's such a big decision, like we are so young but yet we have to make a massive  decision which will impact our lives hugely.
Anyways I continue my dull trudge back to my cramped house, going past people from my school who I probably won't ever see again, thank god.
I stop off at the compact corner shop to grab a bar of chocolate and a can of coke, then I proceed to walk the small distance to my house.

* at  home*

I arrive home and chuck my bag on the floor, I grabb a snack, and run upstairs taking my bag with me,  I slump onto my uncomfortable, creaky bed and I just lay there and think about how I would never have to get up at 6:30 to be at school for 8:40 ( it takes me ages to get ready) no more arriving at tutor late or detentions or even lessons.
I am glad all  this was over.
I think about what I want to do with my life, and I'd always wanted to travel, I loved the thought of going around the world, meeting new people and seeing how they lived, the one place I had desperately wanted to go was Australia but not just anywhere in Australia, Melbourne.
I thought about it for ages and finally decided that it would definitely be a better lifestyle for me, there are more job opportunities, and it would be a different culture.
I'd like to compare the uk to Australia, I suppose it would be a lot hotter over there which is good, I can't stand the cold at all.
My mum could come with me? She could get such a good job over there, she is not getting paid enough for the job she does.
She works at the local hospital but doesn't get nearly enough money to feed us both and keep the house up and running.
Would she be able to afford the move though? And I can't leave her on her own after my dad did the same.  That's just not fair, she's paid for everything for me, I need to repay her. My dad left without any warning, I've always wandered why he left. He must have been one selfish man.
*later that day*
I hear the door slam shut, which obviously meant my mum was home.
I run downstairs and hug her, but I look at her properly and I can see she had been crying.
"What's wrong mum?" I ask slightly confused
"I-I've been fired from my job" she bursts into tears
"Mum it's okay I can find a job yeah ?" I say trying to reassure her
"Honey there are no jobs going around here, we've been looking for so long ?" She says almost frustrated at the situation.
" I have an idea, I know it's short notice but it might work" I say
"What is it darling?" She says calming down.
"We could move abroad, to Melbourne, there are plenty of jobs and we can apply over here before we go." I say, hope clear in my voice.
She runs her fingers through her hair. Almost as if she is planning the whole thing out to see if it's actually an option.
" what if we get over there and we don't get the jobs? Then what will we do?"
"Mum what have we got to lose?" I say
"I'll think about it" she replies bluntly as she makes her way over to the grubby kitchen and turns on the oven.
I sigh and walk over to the aged computer and search up "jobs in Melbourne"
The first thing to pop up was a modelling agency. I mean why not? I did modelling as a child and I'm not the worst looking person on the face of the earth. I click the link and look at the description of the model they are looking for.
Petite- 5ft2-5ft4
Age 16-18
Long hair (preferably)
Well I'm 5ft 3 I am 17 soon and also I have long brown hair, this is perfect!
"Hey mum!" I shout
" what is it Hun" she replies almost instantly.
"Come and check this out" I say.
I hear the creaking of the wood floor in the room next door, signalling that she was on her way.
" I've found a possible job for me" I say as she makes her way over to the computer.
Her eyes scan the screen for a good 30 seconds before she actually says anything.
" would you really want to be a model? You aren't just doing this to make me happy?" She asks.
" mum I really want to do this, it would be great experience for me" I say proudly.
"I've thought about it, maybe Melbourne would be a good change for us, I'm bored of it here, let's have an adventure yeah?" She says smiling.
I don't reply I just hug her.
" now sign up for that job" she says grinning wildly before she exits the room.
Straight away I fill out the application form and in less than 10 minutes I've finished it, I proof read it to check for any mistakes before sending it off.
Now all I can do is wait.