"Mom!" I complained as she hugged me for the sixth time since we got to the airport half an hour ago. "I love you and I know you’re worried about me going to the UK for a year, but I’m going to have my cell with me at all times, and I’ll give you the apartment number as soon as I find out what it is." I was already scared and nervous to leave, and mom was not helping at all.
"I know, Ali, honey. But you’re going to be there all by yourself with no parental supervision!" She sobbed, hugging me yet again.
"Mom! I know what you’re thinking and that is so not why I’m going to the UK! I’m going for music. That’s it!” I exclaimed, it made me mad that she even thought that I’d be doing anything else! Didn’t she trust me?
“I know, honey. But please be careful.” I sighed and pushed my long black hair behind me ear, a nervous habit I’d picked up from my mother.
“Mom.” I said, looking sternly into her green eyes; which mirrored mine perfectly. “Trust me.” I pleaded. She sighed and hugged me a final time before letting me go.
“Have fun, sweetie, but not too much. Now go, before your plane leaves.” I smiled and kissed my mothers cheek before grabbing my two suitcases and heading to the baggage claim. My emotions a mix of excitement, fear and nervousness.
“Two bags?” the lady at the bag check counter asked me. “That’s an extra fifty dollars, dear.”
“I know. “ I said, smiling. “But I’m off to the UK for a year.”
“Ah!” She said as she put my bags on the conveyer belt. “What a lovely place to visit! Any reason to be going?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m going for music. I hear it’s a great place to go for it!”
“Oh! What do you play, dear?” She asked me.
“Uh, I sing and play guitar and piano.” I smiled uneasily at her. I didn’t like telling people what I play; it felt like I was bragging.
“Oh, lovely instruments! So are you in a band? Or is it a collage course?” She asked me curiously.
“Um, neither.” I said nervously. I had no reason of going to the UK but the fact it was the UK. I thought I’d just wing it but that was starting to sound more and more like a bad idea. “I’m just gunna go and try to find something to help boost my career.” I saw the lady smile at me, but she was obviously unimpressed. I pushed my hair behind my ear and stood awkwardly; waiting for her to say it was okay to leave.
“Okay, dearie. You can leave now.” She smiled. “Good luck in London.” I heard the plea in her voice, showing that I truly needed some good luck to get anything done in London.
I unloaded everything from my backpack and put my iPod, Camera, Cell Phone and portable DVD player into separate containers before slipping my shoes off and walking through the metal detector, which, of course, went off.
“Step over here please.” A man said. I walked over and stuck out my tongue; showing my tongue piercing. He laughed. “I still gotta check you.” He ran the hand-held metal detector over my head; where it went off twice. I moved away my hair and stuck out my tongue, showing the ear piercings and the tongue piercing. He nodded and heading down my neck to my toes. He nodded, and I went to go pick up my stuff. I checked the clock on my iPod. I only had half an hour before the plane left. I headed to my terminal and waited to board the plane.
“All passengers may now remove their seatbelts and wait to get off the plane, thank you.” I yawned and stretched my long arms over my neck. It had been a very long flight. I saw the people in front of me stand up, so I did the same. This was so amazing. I was in London. In the UK! As I started to walk to the door of the plane, my stomach clenched; I was suddenly really nervous. What if my stuff hadn’t made it to the apartment? What if I had no furniture? I didn’t have enough money to buy any yet. I started panicking and by the time we got to the terminal entrance I wanted to run. The long wait for my bags was horrible. I stood there, fiddling with my hair and biting my lip. I wanted out of the airport; I needed to smell the fresh air. I finally heard the bell, telling everyone the bags where on their way and I let out a sigh of relief. Now I just had to grab my bags and get a taxi.
I stepped into my apartment and gasped in amazement at the size. It was huge! I had a sitting area with a nice, big window showing the city bellow. They had put all my furniture in the area, and I relaxed a bit. I also saw the kitchen which had the fridge and the stove already installed. I also noticed there was a lot of counter space, and quite a few cupboards. I noticed a hallway leading off to another room. I realized that the other room must be my bedroom. I dropped my bags and practically ran into the room; where I froze. It was beautiful! The movers; bless their souls, had put my bed and dresser into my room, saving my the horrible task. There was a very large window and a door that lead off to a fair sized patio. I opened the glass door and stepped outside, where I saw a beautiful river with a bridge.
Okay, some people have asked the goals of the main character; Ali. And they are all based around music. She wants to try and get a place in the music indrustry and thinks London is a great place to do this. But I’ve already planned that ((Of course)) A guy is going to complicate this.
Also the genre is going to be Romance/Fiction/Comedy ((If I can find a way to be funny.. I’m not funny.))
Also, also, allllsoo. If you WANT me to email you the story when ((and if)) I finish it, please add me as a friend, or send me a reminder email at breannaskate@hotmail.com. Thanks!
WOW your story is awesome! Email it to me when your done! 