3. travelling is awful
I walked over to the end of the street with all of my stuff. It was really hard. I waited next to the road searching for a taxi with the light on [it means that it's free for service]. Once i saw one, i lifted my hand and waved at it.
The taxi driver parked over next to me and helped me out. "Goodbye Home" i whispered slightly before stepping inside the taxi.
The taxi driver drove me to the airport and helped me out. I paid him and he thanked and left.
I was now dougting the idea of meeting Calum... Ofcourse i wanted to... But we havent really spoken since... Mom and Dad wanted us to stay out of touch... I really don't know why.. I had booked a ticket in the taxi earlier, so know i just went to check out. Once i had done it, i went and sat down waiting for my flight to be boarded.
I always hate leaving London and England. Call me crazy, but it smells so good. The people and the accents are so great. I'm gonna miss this so bad....
"Flight: five-'o'-eight-nine to Sydney, boarding now in gate 34." The lady says in the speakers.
I jump right up and walk for the gates. Once i arrive at the gate, i was lucky to be the first one, so i got to choose out of all the seats. I sat next to the window in the 5th row. This was ought to be a long day..
I waited for the plain to fill up, and a girl sat next to me. She greeted me with an Aussi accent. Se was about my age.
Once the plain lifted up, i popped in my headphones and drifted off to sleep....