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Peyton
Moving out of my parent's house was the best decision I've ever made. Leaving America and going to London with Roxy would be the adventure of my life. Ever sense my brother came back from England I wanted to go there myself. He told me a lot of stories about the beautiful country and how nice the Englishmen were. Not that I wasn't going to miss my parents or my two younger siblings. But I wanted to leave and just live somewhere else, who knows I might feel that I actually liked England better than America. I looked at what had been my room for the years I lived here and smiled. I had a lot of memories here, there's some paint that my sister accidently left after painting. My brother would often just walk in without knocking and start talking to me about anything. Mostly about something he did in school, like get into a fight.
"Bye darling" my mom gave me a hug and then smiled. "Call us when you arrive?"
I nodded my head and took my bags, then started to walk to the door. My parents always told me to follow my dreams, even if that dream was to move to another country. My siblings on the other hand, well there was nothing I could do about that.
I walked out of the door and opened the door to the taxi. Took one last look at the house in which I've spent my whole life. I told the driver were I was going and we left. I felt happy and nervous the entire way there.
I then met Roxy at the airport, she was quiet and I knew what she was thinking about. I almost though about the same thing, I was nervous about leaving my parents and everything I knew. But at the same time I was happy and excited about the same thing.
After we boarded the plane everything became blurry. It was like my mind was on autopilot. I remembered that we played cards and that I won. I remembered a man sitting in front of me smelling alcohol. And then we arrived, we finally landed in London. In another country, England which is pretty far away from America, I've never been so exited in my life
Then we found our flat and I simply left my bags on the floor next to my bed. Thinking about my puppy, I told my mom and dad that I needed to get just to living in England then they could send her over. I almost felt like crying, I now understood that I wasn't able to meet them that often anymore. Then I thought about my puppy again, he was just one month old. A golden retriever called, Lee.
I wasn't in a hurry unpacking my things; I was going to look for a job here. Roxy on the other hand already got a job. Well I was slower with things than her, it was a tradition.
After everything was taken care of we sat down on the sofa, with ice cream and watched movies.
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