Hi! I'm Luke! I'm 17 and I WAS living an awesome life in England with my mum and little brother.
That is until my mum met HIM.
I should probably explain.
My mum works for a very rich multinantional organisation. Apple.
She met a man while working at Apple, but he was her boss... Until she was offered the promotion.
Now she has the same role as her new fancy man, meaning nothing bad can come of their relationship, so we're moving to America... Yay... Sense the sarcasm? Good. It'll come in handy when decifering why I'm not so happy about this move.
I'm only agreeing to move to make my mum happy. She deserves to be happy, and I don't plan on ruining that happiness she has.
Now, though, I'm being stripped of my friends and everything I know and love...
I guess it could be a million times worse... We could be moving to somewhere dangerous...
Oh right! America has really high gun crime compared to England! Silly me! We ARE moving to somewhere dangerous. In that case, no. It can not get any worse.
'Are you ready yet!?' I heard my mum shout from down the stairs.
'Just a sec!' I took one last fleeting look in the mirror, gave myself a staisfied smile and headed down the stairs. Who knew who I might meet at the airport? Or on the plane? Or when I got off the plane? There were lots of chances where I could bump into my life-partner. I didn't want their first image of me to be a bedhead and scruffy clothes.
I jogged down the stairs, spraying deodorant over me as I went and my mum laughed. 'You'd think you were going on a date rather than a plane.'
I shrugged. 'Hey. I don't want the public seeing me as a scruff. You never know who you'll meet while travelling.'
I picked up 2 of the bags near the door and carried them to the car that was waiting for us. My mum got one of her friends to take us to the airport. She had sold her car rather than get it shipped over to America. She planned on buying a new one when we got there.
Suddenly I remembered something.
'I'm gonna have to pay even more for my liscence!' I moaned.
'I'll pay for it son. It's my fault we're moving. It's not fair for you to pay twice.'
'Okay...' I kept taking bags to the car until it was full. The furniture was gone to various places. Friends, charity shops, anywhere that would take it really. We just needed to get rid of it. We were moving in with the owner of a fully furnished house, what use was furniture?
Although I daren't admit it to even myself, I was kind of excited. I didn't know what I was going to see when I got there. I knew I'd have another brother, because my mum had told me that he had a son. She mentioned he was around my age too, which should be good. He should understand that I need my space, whereas kids like my younger brother have no idea of what personal space is.
I hopped into the car and rested my head against the window. We lived in a remote village, so it was a while to the nearest airport. I would miss the green landscape...
I fell asleep quickly in the car, which I tended to. It was public transport I couldn't sleep on.
Though I'd probably sleep on the plane.
An hour later and I woke up to see the airport looming into view. I looked back and said my goodbyes to my home country before getting out of the car. I'd never see the UK again... At least not for a year.
I started unloading the bags and piling them onto a trolley. I refused to let my mum do any work.
I pulled the trolley over to the check in counter. The usual questions were asked. Why would we let someone else pack our bags?
We waited for our flight with the restlessness of a fidgety hamster.
When the plane finally arrived, and we got to board, I was kinda relieved. I needed some more sleep. I hadn't been getting much sleep for weeks, so now I really needed it. I collapsed into my window seat (my mum hated sitting near the window) and waited for us to take off before I fell asleep.
I awoke with my dark hair hanging over my eyes. I flicked it out of my eyes and looked around. We were still airborne, so I hadn't slept too long. I looked over at my mother, who had fallen asleep while I was asleep. I smiled at her sleeping form. She was so peaceful. That made a change. Normally she would take charge of any situation. She was headstrong and a little reckless. She was brilliantly eccentric, and I loved her for it.
She was the kind of mum that everyone envied you for. The kind of mum that would sleep at a hotel so you could have a house party. The kind of mum that would let you stay up all night watching movies. The kind of mum that would give you the world if you asked for it. But at the same time, she knew that the money didn't matter to me. She loved me, and didn't think she could buy my love, which is something else I loved about her. She was the greatest mother in the world, and she knew it.
Soon, she woke up, just as the plane began to land. The seatbelt light flashed and I smiled at her, reassuringly, as we strapped ourselves in for the landing. I knew how much she hated flying.
So this was my new life. My new home. My new step-dad... Wow... This was scary.
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I've been working on this for days! I've been very very ill! Don't hate me!
