1 Day Earlier
I looked out the airplane window and stared at the city I would stay at for the night. It looked gorgeous.
The only reason I'm moving is because I can't handle living with my family. Sometimes I felt as if they weren't my real parents.
Please be ready to land and I hope you all have a great day in Melbourne, Australia.
I adjusted my seat to how it was before I sat in it. I stared out the window for a couple of minutes only to realise that it was for the remaining time before landing.
"Excuse me miss. But, we have now landed." Said an airplane attendant.
"Oh. Okay." I got up and began to get my pichu backpack and began to get off the plane to get my suitcase.
Once I got my luggage I exited the the airport. I called a taxi and told him to take me to the nearest hotel. "That will be $10.50 miss." The taxi man said.
"Here you go." I gave him $15. "Keep the change." "Thank you miss." He said and drove away.
I entered the hotel and payed for one night. I entered the room and collapsed on the bed feeling jet lag kick in.
I awoke to my phone ringing. I looked at the name and saw that it was my best friend Kat.
Me: Hey Kat.
Kat: Hey Kate. How's Australia?
Me: Good I guess.
Kat: That's good. I miss you.
Me: I miss you too. I got to head out I'll talk to you later.
Kat: Alright. Be careful.
I hung up and got up from bed. I checked the time to see it was 6:44 pm. I went to the front desk and turned in the room key. I went outside to call a cab. Once it arrived I realised it was the same guy from earlier.
"Where to miss?" He asked me. "Gatlin." "Alright"
He drove for at least an hour and a half. " Here we are miss." " Thank you. Uhm can you take me to the nearest diner?"
"Okay." He said. I looked out the window and stared at the town. It looked alive and welcoming. "We're here miss." The driver said. "Thank you." I smiled and handed him $30.
Once he drove a way I realised that he dropped me off in front of a restaurant. I sighed and entered. "Guess this will do." I told my self. It looked more like a diner inside than a restaurant.
There was a counter where you could sit at like at a bar. Just without the liquor. There were booths against the walls for groups and then tables in the open space. It had a black and white background.
I walked to the counter where a middle-aged man stood. "What would you like miss?" He asked. I looked at the menu. "A cheeseburger." "That will be $7.26."
I gave him the right amount and waited to be called.