"Mom!" I shouted

I knew she could hear me, but she was refusing to listen. She didn't like the fact that I was going to England for a year. She wanted me here at home, but I told her that it was an opportunity that I couldn't give up. I told her I was an adult, and I knew she would soon accept, but the waiting was killing me.

"Mom! I need help, please."

I shouted again hoping she would hear me this time. So I walked out and I saw her looking at my old baby pictures and the really awkward ones too. I slowly walked over "Mom, did you hear me? I need your help packing for England" I asked trying to be as polite as possible. She turned to me "Brooke, I will help you in a sec. I'm just finishing up the photo albums". I walk back into my room, Bianca was calling me. "Hey Bianca" I said cheerfully! Bianca was hyperventilating on the other end, and all I could make out was "I can't wait!".

"Bianca calm down, I'll be at your house with Yasmin later. I just need to say my goodbyes" I said, as I was shaking.

"Ok Brooke, see you then" she said as we hung up.

I thought to myself, am I really ready for this? For this journey to another country half way around the world, I hate these negative thought times I have. But it was bound to happen sometime. I grabbed all of my suitcases, my Dad had just got home from work, he looked sad. I walked over to him

"Dad why are you sad?"

He looked up at me

"because my little girl is growing up, and moving out" he said in his fake voice

I punched him jokingly "Dad it's only a year, I'll be back in no time".

"I'm gonna miss you, Brookie Cookie" he said as he helped me put my 2 suitcases in my trunk. I hugged him "I'm gonna miss you too", I felt a tear roll down my face, then I was bounced back into reality when my brother came out of the house "Brooke why are you crying, don't be a little baby", he always could make me smile, I picked up my 6 year old brother and hugged him tightly "Are you gonna miss me, Ty?". Then his face looked sad "Brooke you're leaving?"

"Yes, my little cheeto puff, I'm going to London with Bianca and Yasmin for college." I said trying not to cry, but then he started to cry, and I pulled him closer. "Don't worry Ty I'll be back and I'll bring memories". The final thing was packed and I waved at my family goodbye, and drove off. I called Yasmin, the phone rang 3 times before she answered "Hey Yasmin, I'll be at your house in 5 minutes"

"Ok, I'll be waiting in the driveway"

"Sounds good! Bye-bye"

I turned on the radio, because it was awkwardly quiet in my car, and Adele's "Someone like you" started blasting. I sang that song like there was no tomorrow, by the time I was done singing, I was at Yasmin's house.

"Vas-Happenin'?" I yelled out as I rolled down the window, she smiled and got in. "Ready for London" I asked her excitedly.

"YES! I'm ready to be out of the United States"

We turned up the radio and 'What Makes you Beautiful' was playing, we rolled down the windows and started shouting "Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed". We were such dorks, we saw Bianca running and waving at the car, I told her to get in quick so we wouldn't miss our flight. She hurried and she sat in the back.

"Bianca, are YOU ready for London, and especially for the British boys?" I asked as I smiled.

"Well duh!" she said sarcastically

We pulled into the airport and unloaded our entire luggage; of course Bianca had the most. We all walked in and got through security, and then I turned to the girls,

"Ready for the first day of the rest of our lives?"

They all nodded and we all walked into our plane, ready as we could ever be. England here we come.