Hitchin' A Life, chapter 1
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"Ladies and Gentleman, QANTAS Flight 86 departing for Los Angeles is now boarding. Any passengers please proceed to gate 16 immediately,"
Great. Theirs my call. I still have no idea why they are sending me away. What did I do? I can't remember doing anything wrong. They probably just didn't want me round the house, state or even country anymore, so their sending me to America forever. Fantastic. I was just starting to make friends at school and getting on with my life after what happened, and now they turn my life upside-down again. Suddenly, a flight attendant comes and escorts me to the plane. Well, goodbye Australia.
16 hours later, I arrived in L.A. The flight was an absolute nightmare. After getting coffee spilt over me, the person next to me threw up all over my coffee stained clothes, and I was forced to wear the spare clothes that I brought on the plane, which were covered in paint and just for fun, my friend had put paint on her hand and slapped my arse, which I responded by slapping her in the face, then punching her, which is why I got expelled. I walked off the plane into a crowded Arrivals hall, carrying my suitcase and back pack, and walked towards a sign that said my name on it. I walked up to the person and we went into a taxi, which then took me to a big, red looking warehouse. After paying the driver all of my money, I stepped out into the freezing cold rain and rang the doorbell.
A stern lady answered the door.
"Hello," she said to me. She was a tall and thin looking person, and wearing a black suit.
"My, my, my. What have you been doing out here?" she then continued, looking at me in disgrace. She showed me into a foyer that was the size of my entire house.
"Welcome to St. Joseph's Adoption Centre. You're name please?"
"Eliza," I said, shivering.
"Well, I understand that you are under instruction by your parents that you must stay here until we find someone to look after you. Follow me,"
I was lead into a corridor, with doors all along it. She eventually stopped and said
"This is your room. Dinner is at 6pm sharp. Don't be late,"
I was left in this bland, colorless room where there was 1 bed, 1 wardrobe and a side table. I started to unpack, taking out my possessions from my suitcase and placing them into the wardrobe. Every piece of clothing reminded me of home.
I had no idea on how long I was supposed to be staying here for, but I knew it would be torture.
It had been 2 weeks that I had been in that hellhole. 2 weeks of my life wasted. But it was about to change. That day, they were having a day where people could come and adopt some of the people in here. That day was even worse than the two weeks put together. We were treated like soldiers, barley allowed to cough.
A group of people from the outside were lead in and we were told to carry on like any other normal day, and if anyone came up to us, act natural.
I was skating up and down the hard, concrete backyard, when someone came up to me. I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn't remember. We started a conversation, and eventually, he told me his name.
Holy shit.
Great. Theirs my call. I still have no idea why they are sending me away. What did I do? I can't remember doing anything wrong. They probably just didn't want me round the house, state or even country anymore, so their sending me to America forever. Fantastic. I was just starting to make friends at school and getting on with my life after what happened, and now they turn my life upside-down again. Suddenly, a flight attendant comes and escorts me to the plane. Well, goodbye Australia.
16 hours later, I arrived in L.A. The flight was an absolute nightmare. After getting coffee spilt over me, the person next to me threw up all over my coffee stained clothes, and I was forced to wear the spare clothes that I brought on the plane, which were covered in paint and just for fun, my friend had put paint on her hand and slapped my arse, which I responded by slapping her in the face, then punching her, which is why I got expelled. I walked off the plane into a crowded Arrivals hall, carrying my suitcase and back pack, and walked towards a sign that said my name on it. I walked up to the person and we went into a taxi, which then took me to a big, red looking warehouse. After paying the driver all of my money, I stepped out into the freezing cold rain and rang the doorbell.
A stern lady answered the door.
"Hello," she said to me. She was a tall and thin looking person, and wearing a black suit.
"My, my, my. What have you been doing out here?" she then continued, looking at me in disgrace. She showed me into a foyer that was the size of my entire house.
"Welcome to St. Joseph's Adoption Centre. You're name please?"
"Eliza," I said, shivering.
"Well, I understand that you are under instruction by your parents that you must stay here until we find someone to look after you. Follow me,"
I was lead into a corridor, with doors all along it. She eventually stopped and said
"This is your room. Dinner is at 6pm sharp. Don't be late,"
I was left in this bland, colorless room where there was 1 bed, 1 wardrobe and a side table. I started to unpack, taking out my possessions from my suitcase and placing them into the wardrobe. Every piece of clothing reminded me of home.
I had no idea on how long I was supposed to be staying here for, but I knew it would be torture.
It had been 2 weeks that I had been in that hellhole. 2 weeks of my life wasted. But it was about to change. That day, they were having a day where people could come and adopt some of the people in here. That day was even worse than the two weeks put together. We were treated like soldiers, barley allowed to cough.
A group of people from the outside were lead in and we were told to carry on like any other normal day, and if anyone came up to us, act natural.
I was skating up and down the hard, concrete backyard, when someone came up to me. I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn't remember. We started a conversation, and eventually, he told me his name.
Holy shit.
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