I left everything behind, everything I new and loved. My Mum and I shoved as much as we could into 2 oversized suitcases and left Australia to start our new life in the UK.
I said goodbye to the beautiful Melbourne, to my amazing friends, to my loving grandparents and to life as I new it, but it was for the best, well at least we thought it was. So many bad things had happened in Melbourne, it held to many horrific memories. We just wanted a fresh start, it had all become too much.
I remember when I told my friends I was leaving. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do and I remember it all far to well.
I walked into school that day. My mum had just told me the night before we where leaving. I was glum and upset and it was obviously showing.
"Ammie!" my best friend Emma squealed at me, pulling me into a tight hug, I just hugged her tightly and didn't want to let go. You never met Emma and now you never will.
Emma had been my best friend since I was about 4. We met on the first day of school we both had the same winter coat and since then we had always been best friends. She had gorgeous brown eyes, amazing long golden hair, the prettiest face, and a gorgeous figure. Lets say she could get any boy she wanted, and you'd be no exception.
That day she was wearing denim shorts and a flowery top, her makeup was done to perfection and I remember thinking she looks so pretty today and I'm about to make her cry.
I remember pulling away from her and letting a tear fall down my cheek. Emma saw the tear sliding down me cheek, and Emma being Emma automatically presumed it was her fault.
"Ammie I'm so sorry what did I do? Oh my good I'm so sorry" she blabbered panicking slightly.
I wiped the tear away from my face and looked Emma straight in the eye, whilst more tears poured down my face "Emma I… I have s-something to… to tell…you" I stuttered
She looked at me wide eyed giving me the signal to continue
I swallowed "Emma I'm m-moving" I stumbled looking down at the floor thinking of better ways I could have told her.
"Where too?" she asked
"The UK" I said not wanting to see her reaction.
After a few minutes of just staring at my converses I looked up at her, she had tears trickling down her cheeks taking her makeup with them. I didn't know what to do I hate seeing Emma cry. I tried pulling her into a hug, but she pushed me away, then she walked of. On the day I left she didn't even come say goodbye.
Telling all my other friends was equally as hard but they didn't walk away like Emma did, they gave me a hug, said everything was going to turn out fine and that it was for the best. When I told them how Emma reacted they told me she'd come around, but she didn't, not for a long time, not until…you know.
We left for the airport at around 2 o'clock in the morning, I'd said goodbye to all my friends (except Emma who wouldn't even look at me) the night before. The flight was long and uneventful. I was sat next to my mum and some random lady who constantly needed the toilet.
When we finally landed in Heathrow Airport it was cold. A lot colder then what I'd expected. We left Australia in January, the middle of summer. We arrived in the UK and it was bitterly cold, the pilot had told us just before we landed that there was a risk of snow!
We claimed all our baggage; I was so tired, I must have looked like a zombie walking around that airport. We left the airport and I looked around. England looked so different from Australia. But if I'm honest though it didn't compare to the beautiful Australia.
We jumped in a taxi; it was a 2-hour drive to south London. I fell asleep and the next thing I remember is my mum waking me up telling me we where at the house.