Chapter One

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Delilah's POV -
My plane had just landed in America, my child hood home, where I grew up. Even though it wasn't somewhere like sunny Florida but glum Philadelphia, I couldn't stop staring out of the window as I was in so much amazement. I hadn't been to America for a good 5 years and had hardly stayed in touch with any of my family members, except for my cousin, some of his friends who I had classed like my family, my mother, my aunt and uncle.

Pulling my headphones out my ears, I patiently waited for the strangers that was on the plane to get off before I collected my belongings. Quickly pulling my phone out of my pocket, I swiped on to text messages and decided to text Bam to let him know that I was here. I was praying silently in my head that he hadn't forgot to come and pick me up.

Me and Bam was very close growing up, there wasn't much of a big age difference, me only being 3 years older than him. We pulled pranks on each other, we drank together for the first time, even took some drugs together for the first time - eventually my Mum and aunt Ape finding out and scowling at us both - but we told each other everything and always kept one another close in our hearts. He had a soft spot for me, like I did with me.

After everyone had got off the plane, I slowly arose from my seat. My ass and legs were so numb from the uncomfortable seats so I quickly stretched before grabbing my hand luggage which included a duffel bag and a small suitcase. It was a long 13 hour flight and I didn't want to be left short with any of my belongings.

I made my way down the plane's steps after mumbling a little thank you to the flight attendants and pilot. I grabbed a hold of the railing, making sure that I wasn't going to fall. The humid air of Philadelphia instantly smacked me in the face. "Fucking hell, I've not missed this weather," I mumbled, a sigh leaving my lips.

As I made my way in to the airport wheeling my suitcase behind me, I looked for my other matching 3 suitcases. I had bought half of my life to America with me from London. I was ready for this move. Ready for a new lifestyle.

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Authors Note:
What do we think? Will get longer as I go along :) hard to get into a story. Not wrote for so long 😫

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