Louis Partridge Imagines

The move

"How many times do I have to tell you, y/n we're moving to London and that's it!" My mother screamed at me. I didn't want to move from my home in Sydney, Australia. It was my home and I enjoyed being able to go to the beach everyday and surfing amongst the waves. Moving to London would mean that I would have to live in a crowded city and never get to see the beach because it's too cold.

"Mum, you know how much I'd hate to be away from dad and (insert brother's name). Do I really have to go?" I asked as she was packing the last of her belongings into her suitcase. "Yes dear, you definitely have to come to London with me. Don't worry about your father and your brother because they will be visiting us often. I know it's going to be tough moving away from all your friends and things, but you know what they say, a change is just as good as a holiday!"

"But I-" she cut me off. "No buts! we're moving to London whether you like it or not!" She shooed me out of her bedroom. I went back to my room and stared out the window at the ocean. This was our last day in Sydney and I decided that I wanted to go for a walk to the beach for the last time. So, I grabbed my thongs (flip flops) and ran down the stairs. Mother didn't question me because she knew how much I loved going to the beach alone. 

Once I made it there, I stared at the sun setting on the horizon. I sat on the dry sand and watched the waves as they crashed onto shore. It was quite picturesque. I took in one last deep breath as I took in the familiar smell of the sea salt and stood up. I thought about how much my life was about to change and how much I will miss my family and friends. No large city will ever replace the feeling of what I get when I'm here.

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