Is this a good start to my story and would u read more of it if you could.and do I need to make any changes?
November 21st, 2008 | by Kert |
twilight asked:
Sometimes I think the whole world has gone crazy, but then again maybe it’s just me. Everyone wished for the perfect life. Some people got it, I wasn’t one of those people. I was sitting on a plane as it soared over the glistening water of the vast Atlantic. London, England was where I was headed. To see my dad whom I had visited every summer since I was four years old. After visiting England every summer for thirteen years, you would think I thought of it as maybe a second home or something like that. No, that’s not what I thought at all. I loved London, I truly did, but it just wasn’t MY place. I didn’t feel like I would ever get my perfect life, or my happily ever after there. The busy streets, the brain-racketting noises, they’re great. Except you get used to them, maybe even to used to them. I really didn’t know what to expect in London. Even though it seemed like I had it all worked out in my mind, London was so different from Phoenix.
I knew from the day that I had made my decision to move from my favorite place in the world, that I would miss a lot in Phoenix. I had bid my farewell to the sun, my friends, and most of my wardrobe. In London, there were seasons. There were seasons in Phoenix too, except the weather didn’t take a different direction when they changed. In England the weather would be cold in winter. More than cold, some days would be below freezing. Thirteen years of hot, sunny days three-hundred and sixty days of the year. Just gone. Of course there would be summer…..once a year.
Sometimes I think the whole world has gone crazy, but then again maybe it’s just me. Everyone wished for the perfect life. Some people got it, I wasn’t one of those people. I was sitting on a plane as it soared over the glistening water of the vast Atlantic. London, England was where I was headed. To see my dad whom I had visited every summer since I was four years old. After visiting England every summer for thirteen years, you would think I thought of it as maybe a second home or something like that. No, that’s not what I thought at all. I loved London, I truly did, but it just wasn’t MY place. I didn’t feel like I would ever get my perfect life, or my happily ever after there. The busy streets, the brain-racketting noises, they’re great. Except you get used to them, maybe even to used to them. I really didn’t know what to expect in London. Even though it seemed like I had it all worked out in my mind, London was so different from Phoenix.
I knew from the day that I had made my decision to move from my favorite place in the world, that I would miss a lot in Phoenix. I had bid my farewell to the sun, my friends, and most of my wardrobe. In London, there were seasons. There were seasons in Phoenix too, except the weather didn’t take a different direction when they changed. In England the weather would be cold in winter. More than cold, some days would be below freezing. Thirteen years of hot, sunny days three-hundred and sixty days of the year. Just gone. Of course there would be summer…..once a year.
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Suddenly, all the lights flickered off. I looked out the window. I couldn’t see a thing, the sky was jet-black. Apparently it was nighttime. As I looked out the window and into darkness, I realized I was tired. I retrieved the blanket from the seat pouch in front of me and threw it over myself. I lay back in my seat and I surrendered to my lids.
I don’t know when I finally fell asleep, but when I awoke the lights were back on. A flight attendant was coming around with breakfast. I pushed up my window shutter and looked out. There was a huge glare of light and it burnt my eyes. I quickly slammed the shutter back down. A movie was playing on the big screen a few seats ahead, but I wasn’t watching.
JESUS
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