I Hope You Find It - Chapter One

NOT FANFICTION! Georgina is dealing with the loss of her father and a new beginning in New York. Starting a new college and making new friends is hard enough without missing home. i'm bad at summaries

This is NOT FANFIC PLEASE DONT THINK IT IS COS I WILL GET EXTREMELY PISSED OFF IF YOU DO! it was inspired by a Miley Cyrus song called 'I hope you find it' from The Last Song soundtrack. i hope you like. please review and i might write more.

I hope you find it

Six months ago my dad died. He told me never to give up on my dreams and I believed he knew what he was talking about. Two months later I got accepted into Juilliard study music and I didn't really know what to expect.

A week before the course started in September, I started packing my suitcase for my travels.
"You're going to have so much fun Georgina. I can feel it in the air." my mum purred. She was the one who encouraged me to apply to Juilliard. "Honey, you gotta trust your dream. I know you want to quit but you can't just give up" She comforted me as I zipped my bag up and was right on the verge of unpacking again. Three times I'd changed my mind this week.

"I just wish dad was here to see me off" I blubbed.

She pulled me in for a hug.

"I know for a fact he is here right now. You've just got to look in here" She poked my chest.
I laughed. "Mum that has to be the soppiest thing I've ever heard. But it works!"
I let her go and lifted my bag off of the kitchen counter in our 19th century country house in East England.
"I know." She laughed aswell. "But seriously, he would have been so proud of you. You're turning into an amazing 18 year old, honey" She dabbed her eyes with an old tissue.
"Oh mum, please. You'll get me started again." I nudged her in the ribs.
I looked at my antique watch dad gave me for my 18th.
"Oh s**t! We better hurry. Flight goes in 2 hours!"
I ran to the car out front with my heavy suitcase while mum dragged behind me with the rest of my luggage. I don't pack light. I watched my mum heave my duffel bag (not my actual suitcase that I carried) into the boot of her ford fiesta.

"Woah! You sure talking everything but the kitchen sink." she looked to the kitchen window. "You did leave the kitchen sink didn't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I laughed.
"'Course I did mum. What do you take me for?" She rolled her eyes in humour but didn't seem totally sure. I opened the passenger door.
"Hey, hey! Wait!" My best friend Carly shouted from her car behind ours.
"You can't leave without saying goodbye to me! Your best friend who you've known since playschool!" She leaped into my arms.
"Of course not." I smiled. "I'll miss you"
She sniffled, "Me too Georgie. Me too. You sure you can't stay?"
I let her go before she clung on like an old wart. A wart I love very much.
I shook my head. "'Fraid not. But I'll be back for summer, just like we planned. Just don't go getting any new besties until then, okay?"

She hugged me once more. "I promise. I won't even communicate with another human being, besides my dad, until you return in " Wait, what about Christmas?" she pouted.

I looked at my mum who was too busy fiddling with her car keys to look up.

"Mum, am I coming home for Christmas?" I winked.

She smiled back, "Oh I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."

Carly jumped and squealed in excitement while I opened my car door again and got in.

"Remember," I pointed at her through the open window, "No forgetting about me and defo no missing our skype chats." She smiled sadly but winked our secret girl message.

Carly always had boyfriend troubles or boyfriend doubles, depending on her mood. One minute she was single, next she was seeing several guys on the trot. Lucky for her.

Mum started the car and I waved out of the window as Carly stared longingly at the back of car waving back.

"Bye!" I shouted, leaning out of the window. I then settled in for the long trip to the airport. Well, it felt long. We didn't live far from Gatwick Airport but it still took long enough. With the traffic and the carbon emissions I felt like I was high most of the time.

"You nervous?" My mum asked while tapping her fingers as we were stuck in a queue of traffic.

I looked out the window at passers-by as they walked their way away from the airport. We were only five minutes from there now.

"I guess." I sighed.

"You don't seem too sure. I hear the weather is nice there this time of year." she commented, trying to cheer me up.

"Mum, does it matter?"

"Well, you like the sun. I thought you'd be pleased."

"Well, if I was going on holiday, then yeah, maybe." I got out my phone from my pocket and clicked through my messages.

"Popular?" she asked, peering over to my side to read my phone. The traffic started to move and we were honked from behind.

"Mum!" I muttered, pointing to the empty gap infront of the car. She looked up and laughed to herself. We moved.

"Oh we're almost there. I bet you're glad you can check in online these days. Technology sure grows around here."

I sighed again and mum looked at me with a worried line forming on her forehead. We pulled up to the drop off point by Terminal 3.

"Here we are!" mum said with an edge if sadness.

I got out with my carry on luggage and followed her to the boot. She helped me lift out my two bags then I went and got a trolley.

"Wow these things get heavier everytime." she commented. I looked at her. "What? They do."

I shook my head. Saying good bye is hard enough without your own mother making jokes.

She closed the boot. The traffic guard was looking at us seriously. Probably thinking "get the hell out of here, this isn't a car park!"

Once all my bags were on the trolley I hugged mum tightly. Holding back the tears.

"You call me as soon as you arrive, okay?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes mother." I replied sardonically.

We let go of each other and smiled. This was the beginning of a new life. At least, that's what I'd been told.

Eight and a half hours, Six mini vodka and cokes and five time zones later, I arrive at JFK Airport. Flying first class with British Airways isn't all that, but i stuck with it because it was a birthday present from my aunt. Five months late, but at least I got something.

"What brings you to New York?" The customs patrol agent asked me in his strong New York accent. There is a heavy line of tourists waiting to trot through to get their luggage, much like myself, and here this big guy - behind nothing more than air " asking me useless questions purely - or so is my theory - most likely to be nosy. They don't really need to know why I'm in America. If I was up to anything dodgy, or suspicious, don't they think I would have pelted it by now?

"I'm here to attend college, sir." I tried to sound understanding and serious and well, non criminal like. Unless they class adding more penny sweets in the bag in Tescos after paying for one bag already. I mean, at five years old, you don't know any different. But I guess the security guards do.

"Oh, what college?" the man behind the counter asked me nicely. He checked my passport and stamped a lot of paper. Or maybe he was tattoo-ing his arm and I just couldn't see over the counter. "Could you just press your thumb and four fingers on the scanner there please, thank you." I did as he asked. Then I got told to do the same with my right hand.

"Juilliard, sir." Seriously, this "sir" business was getting old. Let me go already!

He told me to smile while I had my picture taken.

"Hmm, that's a bright school you're going to, miss. You be sure to be safe out there though, it gets pretty nasty out this late." he smiled brightly despite his eyes telling everyone he was overdue sleep and a nice cup of cocoa, and I walked away with my fingers scanned, picture taken and enough paperwork to rival a high flying business woman. Or man.

Author's Note

yeah as ive said before... because one person thought it was fanfic.. its not. it actually offended me because i love this story a lot and if people think its fanfic they wont take it seriously. the whole wart comparison was supposed to be humourous so thats lost on you if you dont get it. and yeah.. apart from that , i hope you like it.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

so far so good...
i didn't find any problems with this story.
continue on...

[Katheryn10]

this isnt fanfic. the only inspiration is the song. the story itself is my own.

[Alex Thomas]

The comparison between the friend and the wart is a little bizarre. Wouldn't you compare your best friend to something more charming than a wart? Besides that, make sure your story distinguishes itself from what it's based off because if it doesn't branch out into it's own, it's fanfic. All in all though, I await the next chapter.