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The day I leafed was the saddest day in my life or so I thought. All my friends gave me gives and their numbers, and then I wished I had never had to go. I was leaving everything behind.

We got into our car and everyone in the village came to say goodbye. The drive to the airport felt like for ever.

I didn't want to talk about what was going to happen. When we got to the airport my mum said" you have to be as good as gold. Remember to go to the toilet before you get on the plane…"my mum is a complete control freak (she hates germs).

But she is one of the most vibrant and beautiful woman in the world. She has a deep golden long hair, which falls to her middle ribcage also has goddess golden skin. Her body is in perfect sizing. She also has the best personality but can be very controlling.

My father is tall and muscular, with blackie/brownie hair. He is laid back and lets me and my brother, get away with a lot of things, he is funny and charming (to my mother) and cares for all of us.

I also have a brother who is already in America.

My mum and dad aren't really my real parents but we act I they are, I never remember them at all, they said they had no chouse to put me up for adoption but that didn't mean that I'd want to know more.

My mother kept talking about what I had to do before we left; I was half listening to her. "…Are you even listing to me kido?" my mother half shouted at me.

I nod slow at first then got faster. I lied saying "yes mother." I love my mother don't get me rouge but she can always over talk and make me feel so small and tiny; also she always has to have the perfect plan (it's so annoying).

My father suddenly piped up "can you to hurry up and do what you need to do." He had obviously fallen asleep when my mother was talking.

So we got out of the car and walked in to the airport and went and did what we needed to do. When we got to my father he was falling asleep again.

So I of course to the obvious and woke him up the loud way, he woke up in the most despairing mood. We started heading to the plane.

OMG this is actually happening. The plane ride was slightly beater that the ride to the airport but it weren't that beater ether.

My mum was sleeping with one of the sleep maskie things, my dad was completely asleep without saying and snoring really loudly (lol) and I was watching cartoons, drawing and reading.

I was watching Scooby doo- it was my favourite movie as a young girl. I didn't mean to start drawing all the carters on the paper with writing under them-I was writing my own story bored on accident (I didn't know what it was at the time).

This is one of the pictures that I made. I continued to draw and write for about half the way, then I got side tracked.

Out of my window I sore the deep blue sky and the golden sun setting on it, with pink, gold, and purple growing out of the sun, it was beautiful.

I couldn't stop staring at it.

My mum unluckily woke up and made me have a sleeping pill, so soon after trying to fight the pill I fell sound asleep.

When I woke up my mum was still asleep and my dad was reading a new newspaper (typical), I thought back to the window, I now wonder what it looked like- was it as beautiful as last night or was it horrible like in England before we came across the Atlantic.

Just thinking about it made me want to look out of it again, and when I did there was NEW YORK!

It was just like my dreams big and amazing, tall and graceful. It was a DREAM come TRUE.

My mum had no idea what she was missing, my dad sowed the exitmet in my eyes- he, himself had always wanted to come to New York too.

It was amazing, I felt like I was on top of the world.

My dad makes up my mum, when she looked out of the window she said "that looks nice darlings" with the most sarcasm I have ever heard her say before, I gave her my death stare. She ignored it of course as I ignored her.

When we get out of the plain the smell is amazing, fresh food and the sight of different country.

It's just amazing.

My dad is just as dazzled as me; my mum on the other hand doesn't really give one, she is sometimes the most insensitive person I know- and that's saying something. This was my new home we were going to live it in NEW YORK!

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