1. part one
This was the weekend I had been waiting for. Sherl and I where going to England for two weeks, Sherl was my foster mother, her husband had dies two years ago so she adopted me, kind of like filling a void. I woke up extra early and was wondering around the house. It was about five thirty when I gave up and went upstairs to find a sleeping Sherl. I tiptoed into her room and jumped on her waking her from her deep sleep. "BELLA!!" She yelled looking started. I laughed, she smiled at me and gave me a death glare.
"What was I supposed to wonder around the house all morning waiting until six to wake you up. I think not, you should know better by now Sherl." I laughed a little harder. She really should know that a sixteen can only wait so long for her parents to wake up. "Oh and Sherl you have fifteen minutes to get ready and catch the plane. I would get up now." Her eyes went wide and I smiled. Is it bad to say that I love stressing Sherl out. Shes funny when shes stressed. I know that is horrible to say but its true. She rushed out of bed grabbing some cloths and rushing to the shower. A few minutes later she and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail it looked good we rushed downstairs and grabbed our bags and left. We sped to the airport. We got there in a minute flat which was pretty good timing. We rushed in and just barely made our flight and it was about a six hour flight from there. I watched out the window for a few minutes before I drifted into sleep. When I wake up Im going to be in England