My life with the brooks brothers

Chapter three- final goodbyes

I slowly advanced through the street I had grown up in, towards the rejected corner shop for the last time.
As the week had gone on it finally settled in what was happening.
I was moving away from everything I had ever known. There was so much I was going to miss, friends, family, just familiar faces.
I know where everything is, I know everyone, I know how things work around here.
But when I move I'll have to learn all by myself. I'm sure it will all be fine.
I'd nearly packed everything just a few bits and pieces left.
6 hours before I leave. 6 hours of goodbyes and sadness and then I could have a fresh start.
I delicately push open the rusty door to the shop as the same old bell goes off signalling that someone had entered.
I take a steady walk around the shop, before picking up the items I wanted for the journey to the airport.
I make my way over to the counter and place down my few items.
"Hey" I smile politely at the shop owner.
"Hey how are you?" Eric replies.
"I'm good thanks you?" I ask
" £3.20 please, and I'm good, you seem down though what's up" he asks.
I hand over the money as I reply " well actually I'm leaving soon and umm by soon I mean in 6 hours" I say starting to feel quite upset.
" oh not too far away I hope?" He says simultaneously handing me my change.
" Melbourne, Australia" I reply bluntly.
" wow quite far away but that will be great experience for you though, like an adventure" he smiles.
" yeah I hope so" i chuckle.
"Keep in touch though and let me know how it all goes"
" I will do" I smile sweetly before leaving the shop for the last time.
I purposely walk slowly back as it will be the last time I will take this route.
I walk past a very familiar park where I spent a lot of time with my friends.
I sigh remembering the good and the bad times that were spent hear before speeding up towards my house.

I walked into the now empty house and watch as my mum packs the final few items into a large cardboard box before taping it up and stamping it.
"There! That's all of the boxes done, finally!" She says in relief
"You know it's going to take a while for our furniture to arrive, will we be okay" I ask
"Yeah of course, the house already has the basic furniture in, so we will just have to cope for a while, but it's nothing we can't handle"
I nod in agreement before running upstairs to double check that everything was packed.
I take a seat on an old stool and look around my bare room.
There were blu tack marks on the walls from when I had a previous fan girl moment over one direction.
I smiled at the thought of adoring someone so much.
I walk over to the window, the window sill being damp and cold.
I glance outside and take a look at my small garden and the rusty trampoline that hasn't been used since I was 10.
I let out a giggle remembering when I thought I was going to compete as a trampolinist at the Olympics
I was soon distracted from my thoughts by the voice of my mother.
"Megan darling we need to go"
I start to feel sick when reality hits me. This is it. I'm leaving.
I take a deep breathe before dragging my suitcase downtown the stairs and out the front door, as I clamber into the taxi.
My mum takes a seat in the back next to me, and reaches for my hand.
" I can tell your nervous" she says "but this is going to be good for us" she added.
I give her a reassuring smile before looking out the window watching my house get further and further away.
" goodbye" I whisper.