1. Late As Usual
...Beep. Beep. Beep. I reached out for my IPod and strained my eyes to find the snooze button located on the screen. When I squinted hard enough I managed to read the time. 11...39... I mumbled. 11:39 OMG!! My flight to Australia was leaving in two hours and I hadn’t even started packing. I rushed out of bed faster than I had ever done in my life. I ran into the kitchen preparing to yell at my mom for not waking me up on time. That’s one thing I hated about myself, I was always late since an alarm would never wake me up. “Mom!!” I yelled. There was no answer, silence. I picked up the note left on the table.
Went out for a couple errands, be packed and ready by 12:30. Will be home soon.
Love, Mom, Dad and Luke.
“Ughh...” I muttered under my breath. I turned around to look at the stovetop clock. Still squinting since I hadn’t put on my glasses. 11:45. Damn. I had barely an hour to pack for a month! I rushed to my bathroom and put on my glasses, brushed my teeth, washed my face and began packing everything necessary in my washroom except my makeup bag. I rushed to my room and pulled out all my 7 pairs of shorts and 10 t-shirts, along with three skirts, two dresses, four bathing suits, multiple pairs out undergarments and dumped them into my big black suitcase. I was going to my aunt’s beach house in Melbourne, Australia. After begging and pleading my family finally let me go alone. I was 15, short, had dark reddish brown hair and dark almost black eyes and tanned skin. By what I packed you could tell I wasn’t a huge fan of skirts and dresses, and obviously wasn’t a fan of the color pink. After finishing packing my clothes I threw in two of my favorite sneakers, my Vans and my Nike 2.0’s along with my gladiators and flip flops. I rushed back into the washroom noticing how quiet the house had been. I hated quiet. So I cranked up my radio. I heard that new band One Direction. I absolutely loved them! While singing the lyrics to What Makes You Beautiful, put in my contacts and quickly dashed a coat of mascara onto my already long dark lashes, not that it made a difference. And a swipe of perfume. Looking at the time on my wall, I could clearly see I had five minutes before my family bursted through the doors. So I dashed upstairs to find my favorite green bag, in which I packed all the last minute things I needed in my carry on. I packed my wallet with both Australian and Canadian money, my phone, IPod with their chargers, my Sony headphones, a sketchpad and my pencil case. I threw my mascara and lip gloss into the side pocket along with a chip bag. After scanning my bookshelf I realized I didn’t need a book. I was already too obsessed reading fanfiction on my iPod. Just as I came down the stairs, my family walked through the doors. “All packed, Naina?” asked my mom. “Yea” I replied. “Dad said your passport and letters are upstairs on the laptop” yelled my 11 year old brother running in catching his breath. “Ya. I know thank you though” I smiled. I was in the mood for being nice at the moment. “Well then let’s get going!” my mom said running back out.