There I was, minding my own business, listening to some music and suddenly a magazine plopped onto my lap. That was it. I turned my head around and looked right over at the 5 retards who were occupying the back seats. I held up the magazine to their smug faces. The blonde one burst out laughing  and the brunette one with straight-ish hair covered his mouth with his face but it was obvious that he was laughing. Cocky bastards. 

“This, must be yours” I pointed to the magazine that had a lovely (sarcasm) picture of a half naked J-LO on the front 

They all smirked and the black haired guy with a quiff whispered under his breath ‘guilty as charged’. The guy that covered his mouth before (and that was closest to me) put his hand out as if to say ‘can i have it back?’ i threw it over to him and he caught it

“Thanks” he said as he caught it

“Not welcome” I rolled my eyes and sat down

But before I could, I heard a voice going ‘No no no!’ I looked back behind me and looked at all 5 of them and raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t sound American, you sound British but you don’t look it” the curly haired one spoke 

“So there’s this specific look that British people carry out is their?” 

“No I mean-” he started but I interrupted him

“My parents divorced when I was 3, I came to America with my mum & she still talks in an English accent so here I am, life story done” I sighed 

“I’m Sorry…” he looked down

“For what?” I asked 

“For your parents getting divorced” 

“Nah it’s okay, I’ve never met my dad…actually I’m going to meet him now” I shrugged 

He gave me a half smile and I sat down. ‘Do you know where your going to go in England?’ I heard him say after I got comfortable in my seat. ‘Yeah, London’ I called back ‘Same here’ he did, and then we stopped talking.

After what seemed like forever we landed. I didn’t speak/make eye contact with the 5 boys again and it didn’t bother me they were quite annoying but after our little conversation they had tamed their loudness down, a bit. I got my 2 suitcases and made my way out. I scanned the area and looked for a man with a bald head who was wearing a suit. Well thats what my mum told me he’d be wearing. And then from the corner of my eye I noticed a man, sure enough he was bald, waving frantically. I looked at him and it felt like I had gotten winded. 

Even though i’d never even met him something about me just knew that he was my father. I walked over to him and we shared an awkward hug, I was still in awe. 

“You must be Tamara” he smiled “Or Tammy?” 

“Tammy” I grinned back

“We just have to wait for a few more people okay?” he told me

I nodded and wondered who we were waiting for. 

“Oh but we have to go from the back end, follow me” he instructed me and I followed him

Oh gosh. Who could be ever so important to use the back end of the airport gates? Unless they were like some celebrity or something. I sighed, if they arrived now they must have come in the same flight as me but there wasn’t anyone famous in the flight, I was sure of it. 

I followed my dad through a row of security, he flashed his card that said ‘ALL ACCESS’ and the security passed through and they looked at me. My dad told me I was with him and they nodded. Thats when we stopped and my dad’s face broke into a wide smile 

‘BOYS!’ 

I looked at them and my jaws dropped. It was those 5 annoying freaks behind me. I was gobsmacked. They then turned to look at me and their face’s mirrored mine. 

“This is my daughter Tamara, or Tammy” he introduced me

“Yeah we know” the blonde one said 

My dad raised an eyebrow and told all of us to follow him to the car. I just trailed behind the whole group, but the curly hair one occasionally turned his head to look at me. Maybe I had something on my face? The car turned out to be this huge limo. I sat down in the back seat next to the blonde one with an Irish accent and we took off…to my new home for 2 months.

god i missed my mother

“Wow mum really?” I sighed and looked back up to her as she handed me my plane ticket 

“You know you were going to  have to meet your father someday, and I guess since it’s your seventeenth birthday today…your off to England” she smiled in a sad kind of way - if that is even possible.

Let me explain. Rewind back to when I was 3 - my parents split up, divorced, broke up you know what I mean. My mum was originally from America but moved to England when she was 18 to go to university and then she met my father and conceived me at the ‘tender’ age of 21. I was a mistake, as much as my mum says i wasn’t and that I was the best thing that happened to her I know she regretted me at the beginning. Oh well. I’ve only ever spoken to my father on the telephone & I get the occasional letter. You see after the divorce my mum went back to America, she raised me in Texas but the weird thing was I didn’t have an american accent - i still sounded very British regardless of the fact that I’ve never been been to England. So now’s the time I guess, on my 17th birthday instead of having a party with my best friends i’m going to another country to meet the man that’s sperm created me.

Wow wow wow, way too much information. He’s my father and I’m meeting him today. Great. The only thing I know about him is that his name is Paul, like Paul McCartney & that he manages a music recording company. He’s pretty well off - unlike me & my middle class mum, and he has 3 dogs. Have I told you i’m scared of dogs? Probably not but there ya go. 

‘Could British Airways flight 103 passengers please make their way to boarding gate E34 immediately’ the intercom voice instructed me.

I guess this was goodbye then. I was being so over dramatic, but i’ve never ever been away from my mum for 2 whole months!

“Bye mum I’ll call you everyday I promise and if it get’s too bad, i’ll SOS you” I joked and hugged her inhaling her Chanel No.5 perfume.

“Bye darling, and i’m sure it won’t be that bad tell me if you get some hot-totties there” she winked and waved as I went off 

“NOT HAPPENING” I screamed back and quickly ran inside to gate E34. 

As the plane took off I mentally waved goodbye to Texas - my home. My dad had booked me the first class ticket so it was quite comfortable. Behind me 5 insanely annoying boys were laughing really loudly. I was tempted to scream ‘SHUT UP!’ but i counted to twenty quietly and tried to calm myself wondering how I was going to get through this 10 hour flight without getting a major headache? 

I felt something jab into my back. Great they were playing Football, or soccer or whatever in the backseat. Bloody bastards. I turned around and my eyes instantly locked in with another pair of blue/green orbs.