I finally finished packing. I looked around and my room looked bare. "This is fucking ridiculous," I spat to myself and then heard my door open. I turned to see my brother Liam in the doorway. "Hey sis," he said to me, I semi smiled and he walked in and hugged me. I began to cry. "It'll be great, I promise," he said, I nodded and wiped my tears away.
The next day my three closest friends were gathered around me and we were all crying. "Here I want you to have this," my friend Kelsey said and handed me a Perry the Platypus beanie. I giggled and hugged her. "Sweetie let's go," my stupid mom said and I rolled my eyes. I hugged them. "You better text," Christie said to me, "I will don't worry," I said and got in our taxi. I curled into Liam's chest and cried. Liam and I were extremely close for a brother and sister. After about three transfer flights we were finally in Holmes Chapel. Our stuff was being shipped to us so we only had suitcases with us. I stayed silent and my mom smiled at me. I shot her a dangerous death glare. British accents were spoken all around and I hated it. This was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to go back to San Diego. I didn't want to be here. I hate my life.