BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
My alarm clock blared as I slammed my hand on the snooze button. "Time to get up." I grumbled to myself. I went to my closet and picked out what little clothes I had left to choose from. We were moving from Virginia to Bradford. All the way in England...
I definitely was going to miss my best friend, Dylan. We had been besties since the first grade. I had packed everything but one outfit. I threw on my black skinnie jeans, and my gray V-neck. I grabbed my converse on the way out of my room. I headed to the bathroom and did my morning duties, hair, teeth, makeup, etc.
I ran down the stairs and ate breakfast, and packed the last of my things.
"Ready to go?" My mother asked. I nodded, and got into the car. My older brother, Kyle was in the back, texting or something, and I grabbed my phone and texted Dylan.
When we got to the airport, Dylan was there waiting. I ran into his open arms, and tears started to fall from my eyes.
"You have to call everyday." I cry. He nods, and hugs me one last time. I board the plane.