Chapter one: Becky's P.O.V
Opening my door with my foot I walked into my new room lugging a worn cardboard box, stepping over the makeshift bed I slept in the night before I walked towards the corner of the room that was covered in boxes.
"Okay last one" I puffed blowing a few strands of hair that had escaped from my ponytail out of my face before dropping the box I was carrying on the floor, "Oh I hope that was clothes" I winced hearing it clank on the hard wood. "Rebecca!" I heard my mum call, "Okay I don't know what you heard but I didn't drop any box!" I yelled scrambling my way downstairs and into the kitchen my converses squeaking along the way.
"What?" She asked turning away from stacking boxes, "No never mind that can you please go and get us some late lunch?" She looked at me an eyebrow raised, "Out there?" I demanded pointing towards the front door "By myself? In another country!" My voice had reached a whole octave higher and let me tell you it was not attractive.
"Oh stop being a wuss" She rolled her eyes handing me some money, "but I don't even know where we are" I whined so so close to stomping my foot.
"Well now is good as any time to figure it out" She laughed pushing me out of the kitchen towards the front door, "I saw some shop looking buildings as we drove by yesterday" "Really?" I asked pulling out of her arms and starting to walk the stairs to grab a jacket and my bag "I didn't see them" I called over my shoulder.
"That's because the only thing you saw was the inside of your eyelids" I heard her comment, "It was a fifteen hour flight" I retorted pulling on my jacket on "I was tiered". "Excuses excuses" She mumbled waving a hand at me her bright red hair falling into her face, "Fine I'll go" I submitted, even though I was already half way out the door. "But I won't like it!" I shouted to her retreating figure before closing the door behind me and staring out into a whole new world before realizing I didn't know where to go, "well then".
"This is ridicules" I snapped to myself as I walked down the street probably about half a dozen houses down from mine towards who knows where, "I saw some shop like building" I mimicked my mums voice making it unusually high. "You could've told me what direction at least!" I somewhat shouted into the quiet street.
"Well I could've just asked" I grumbled annoyed, why didn't I think of that before? Dang it this country is really messing with my head… Pffft Yeah it's the countries fault. "Omgosh I'm talking to myself" I whined turning a corner "Inside my head and out! I'm going crazy" To late for that, "Dang it"
"Okay I really have to stop this before someone see me and thinks I'm a lunatic or something" I muttered looking behind me to make sure no one was staring at me, I could've just rang and asked but I didn't want to admit defeat… I could whine about it but I wouldn't admit it.
"I better find it soon or I'm going to accidently drop her -" I growled turning back towards the front "Oh there is it" I interrupted myself, blinking in surprise as I saw a small cluster of shops at the end of the street I was on.
Walking along the pavement I looked around at the houses and people loitering around, "looks like a nice neighbourhood" I murmured smiling at a few kids riding their bikes.
Quickly entering what looked like a hot chips shop I looked at the menu that hung above the cashier, "Hey" I smiled at the worker who looked up from reading a magazine "um could I have the large chips with chicken salt and two cans of coke please"
"Sure thing" She smiled back if a bit tightly, "That'll be $9.50". Grabbing the money from my bag I quickly grabbed a tenner and handed it over, "50c change" she gave me the change and walked into the back I assume to make my chips.
"I am never gonna get used to these accents" I smirked before looking around at some of the stuff around the store. After around "Here ya go" I heard her call out, "Thanks" I said taking the plastic bag. "Two cokes" She placed them down on the counter, "Thank you very much" I smiled plopping them into the bag and walked out.