Chapter one - Goodbye England

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I stared out the window onto the puffy clouds that made the sky look like a giant white pillow with paint splatters of blue.

There goes England.

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to smile or cry. On the upside, I get to go to a new country and have a huge house with a pool and new school and I'll be able to wear shorts in summer without being cold and basically live the dream of every other normal teenage girl, but I was still feeling gloomy and depressed about the situation because I didn't know what I'd do without Megan and Daisy.

I was having this internal debate whilst watching the sky swim around me, when my youngest brother popped his huge baby blue eyes over the seat in front and near enough screamed at me about some video game he was struggling with.

"Amelia! You've got to help me! My guy just died again! Please?!" He begged, turning on the charm as his eyes turned glossy and his bottom lip popped out,he looked like a tiny blonde puppy.

"Sorry Max,I don't know how to play. Ask James, he'll probably know." I told him, smiling as Max's face slowly unfolded to his usual bubbly playfullness again.

He nodded his chubby face and bounced off in the direction of my other, less loveable yet much more annoying brother, James.

I watched him scurry ahead and stop next to James' seat before pulling his signature puppy face again.

James spun to face me and scowled as he realised I'm the one that sent Max his way. I smirked back at him to which he jerked away again so fast that his straw-like hair fell into his eyes and he elbowed the arm rest, causing me to snort unattractively and retire to my daydream.

***Later***

The flight dragged on for a lifetime.

I sat listening to my music, completely lost in my own little world, watching passengers walk around and wondering what they were doing on this flight. I'm not strange, but boredom can cause a person can act strangely in confinded spaces.

A tight huddle of girls, who were probably the type of people to drink Starbucks coffee and spend the majority of their lives fan-girling over Taylor Lautner and Zac Efron - Not that I can judge - sashayed past me in their belt length skirts and too tight tank tops that showed more cleavage than I thought possible whilst still being technically 'fully-clothed'.

They scanned my outfi with their beady eyes, not bothering to hide their disgusted judgement. I squirmed, their probing eyes examining me as though I were a patient in an asylum.

Jeez, we're on a plane, I didn't realise I was suppose to dress in my best clothes.

It wasn't even as though I looked ridiculous, I was just in my 'chill' clothes; I wore black legging with black fluffy socks and an overly bright tie-die top that was around ten sizes too big, my hair was a knotty mess thrown on my head and I had forgotten to put any makeup on.

So, obviously, I looked a bit of a mess. But I was in my travel clothes and who were they to judge anyway?

I stared straight back at them as they whispered to one another, touching their hair more than necassery and giggling in their shrill voices that made my ears bleed.

"They seem nice!" claimed my mum, standing at the seat next to me, she was probably on her way to the toilet.

"Mmm." I muttered back, looking back out of the window at the world below.

"Why don't you go say hi?" She suggested, looking over at them and offering them her best fake smile.

"I'm good, thanks."

"Amelia, you really should try make some friends! You'll never be invited anywhere if you keep acting so stubborn!" She informed me, plodding away with a huff.

I rolled my eyes at her retreating body. Only she could claim I was being stubborn for not wanting to befriend a possee of teens who fangirl over Boy Bands and spend their free time flipping their product-filled hair over their shoulders.

I'd much rather just sit here with my music and sulk.

I looked away from the real-life barbies, sick of having to hear their boring chit-chat about who kissed who at some older guys party where they got 'so drunk' on a mouthful of cider.

Usually I would get all embarrassed in these situations because, quite frankly, I didn't spend much of my free time being talked about by people that didn't know me, but at the moment I was too lost in my own suddenly remoulded life to feel much of anything.

I was too busy worrying about what was awaiting me in my new home in America.

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