Australian Dream

There's no place like home

Chapter One-Australian Dream

' That's the last of the boxes' I sighed.

'Hey don't be like that we'll have a great time in Australia!' Dad said confidently, but I wasn't so sure.

Im Lizzy Taylor by the way and im 17. Today I was leaving England and moving to Melbourne, Australia because of my dads job. Just me and dad... I hated the idea. I have to leave behind everything special to me, my friends, my school and most importantly my mum and my litte brother Henry.

My parents got divorced 5 years ago when i was 12 years old. I was really upset and it didn't help that I was doing a project on my family that had to be handed in a few days later. So I had to switch between living with my mum and my dad but now my dad had somehow talked my mum into letting me live with him in Australia.

The packing was finished and it was time to leave. We drove to the airport, collected our tickets and waited for the plane. When the plane eventually arrived at 1:30am we got on and i almost instantly fell asleep. I was so tired because I had been up the night before crying that i was leaving. It didnt seem real. Last week I was in school having a really good day until dad told me at dinner, and now I was on the plane to Australia.

At least there was one good thing about moving, I would be one step closer to my dream of meeting The Janoskians!

I was slightly obbsessed with the Janoskians... okay completely obsessed with them but i didnt show it. My friends thought they were weird so i let them believe that while I was secretly in love with them.

My all time favourite was Beau Brooks. Beau was half italian and half australian, Semplicemente stupenda. His brown hair was perfect and i could get lost in his green eyes. Oh and he was hilarious! The way he could find a funny side to everything and he wasnt afraid to try anything! I keep talking about Beau as if I know him but I guess the amount I know about him and the Janoskians I feel like I know him like a best friend.

Woah, carful Lizzy this is sounds deep. Anyway, as I woke up it was a weird feeling, like something wasnt right. I called for mum, but she didnt come. As I clumped down the stairs, my head heavy with jetlag, all of yesterdays events came flooding back, the packing, the crying, the hugging, the flying, and the arriving.Arriving in my new home, without my mum or my little brother. I dragged myself out of my misery, clumped back up the stairs and pulled on my favourite t-shirt and my Hollister sweats. I had just arrived and my dad was nowhere to be seen, it felt like the first day at school, lost and having no idea what to do. A new thought struck me as I brushed my hair over a bowl of coco pops. Starting a new school.