Sitting by the window inside this uncomfortable aeroplane, with my mother sitting next to my right.
The sound of a crying baby ringed to my ears, I shifted around the seat only being held down by the seatbelt.
"You okay?" my mother asked,
"Of course, mum." To be honest, I actually am.
I was running away, running from every mistakes I've done that will never be fixed.
No one will even remember me or how I used to go to their school, because I knew no one cared.
I've been invisible to everyone, and I knew that.
But moving away will solve it, right? I've messed up too much.
They don't even know me, how much I've cried every night, thinking that there will be no one, ever that will be there for me.
I looked out the window, it was dark already, the typical Australia winter night.
The announcer has already said that, that we will be taking off any minute now.
I leaned back to my seat and closed my eyes, dropping the pen from my hands on the book that laid on my thigh.
I'll be alright, I know I will be.
But this'll be a long flight.
I need food.
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