Cliche

-- Yo, it's Sprous1997, I am helping Bailey the first part of this story, and (appearently) I will be helping him with the rest of this story. So, I think Bailey's going to do the ending Authors Note... so... yeah, sorry if it's too long btw, we kept sending each other the link and we both kept changing it until we both thought, "to hell with it, we'll cut it off there lol. So, enjoy

Sprous1997--  

“Be careful!”

“Yes, I know, mom.”

“Hmm, You know, I can still go buy myself a ticket, you may have to stay a little longer… but at least you won’t be going on your own.” My mom said, her all too innocent look and hopeful tone gave her away, I rolled my eyes at her,

“Mom, I have to go alone or I won’t get the confidence, you know that.” I said, feeling like I was scolding a small child. I sighed quietly when her face fell, I pulled her into a hug and she broke down on my shoulder, I’ve been taller than her since I was twelve, that was in the 7th grade, now I’m going to University in America. Missouri State University to be exact, I’d been dreaming of going there since I was little, it was where my dad went when he was younger, now it was my turn.

“Come on, Martha, she needs to board her plane soon.” My dad said pulling gently on my mom’s shoulder, she sobbed and nodded,

“See you dad, I’ll miss you both.” I said as he gave me a sad smile that I returned,

“Yeah, and remember, we’ll always be here if you ever need us.” He said pulling me into a hug.

“Could passengers of flight 402 please board now.” The strict female voice said over the intercom, I sighed and looked from my mom to my dad and finally down to my carry on bag. My face fell; I may be fulfilling my dream of finally getting out of England, Country of the cold and home of the Chavs, but I was going to really miss my family. I hugged both my parents for what seemed the hundredth time that day (not that it would surprise me), picked up my bag and started walking towards the think, heavy doors of the boarding hallway. I heard my mom break out in tears again, I felt my eyes tearing up as I walked up to the lady who checked the tickets, you know, the ones who always have those really creepy smiles. But before I gave mine to her I turned around one last time,

“Don’t worry! I’ll e-mail you guys once a month, maybe more.” I yelled loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to disturb other people. I finally turned back to the woman and her smile was a lot friendlier and warmer this time,

“It’s always hard to leave your family isn’t it?” she said in a caring tone as she checked my ticket, I sighed again,

“Always, but it’s not forever, is it?” I replied, she shook her head in agreement and motioned for me to carry on onto the plane.

“J12…J12…hmm.” I muttered to myself as I looked around and sighed with relief when I found it, it was a middle row seat, good. I prefer my seats in the middle, I’ve never really liked sitting next to the window, and besides, all the annoying brats are on the sides. I looked up at those compartment bits for the bigger bags, I shrugged guess it can’t be avoided. I opened one of the door bits and picked up my carry on, wow it was heavier than I expected…crap! I have lost my balance and now I am falling,

“Whoa!” I heard a voice and a hand supported my back. My bag, which was about to crush me, was grabbed from my hands, “You okay? You should really get someone to help you when you do stuff like that.” I finally looked up to see a boy about my age slowly closing the door of the small compartment; I saw my bag safely inside of it,