Life in another country

    I was in my dad's room pleading not to leave the country. ' please dad I don't want to go to Los Angeles', I cried out. I couldn't obviously just start a new life in a new school, a new home and new friends. 'listen Jayden you don't have a choice now go get ready so that we can leave for the airport', he said not caring that I was in tears. I had to obey my dad because he was all I had and I didn't want to loose him the same way I lost my mum in a car accident and my brother who ran away to God knows where. After a very long journey we arrived at the airport and we waited for our plane to arrive. It arrived after waiting for a long time. We got into the plane and settled in our first class seats. The plane departed and when it was on a constant speed in the air a lovely woman dressed in uniform served us different kinds of drinks and snacks. I fell asleep and my dad woke me up when the plane landed. We had arrived at our destination and we left the airport. A taxi drove us to our new home. 'wow', I screamed as we crossed the gate of the house. It was a really big house and it had a lot of space. The house had a pool, a basketball court, a trampoline and hover boards arranged according to it's size. I got into the house and I saw a lot of things that amazed me liked the movie theatre and the gaming room. 'dad, when did we get this house', I asked curiously. 'I bought it before your mother died and Jason ran way', he said almost as if he was trying to hold back tears. ' I wanted to surprise the three of you but' my dad started crying. I really did feel sad for asking him that question and I tried my best to console him but it was of no use. I went  to my very big room and it had a TV, a mini fridge, three fans, an air condition and a family sized bed. I Hopped into my bed, said my prayers and slept.