There’s always something.

I don't even know where to start but here goes. 1. I'm on a plane to England. 2. I've just lost the family that I've only ever known, my parents. 3. I'm on way to a boarding school that I don't even know anything about. So, yeah there’s a lot going on right now in my life. But first, let me introduce myself, my name is Eleanor Diaz I am 17 years old. I was raised in California with my mum Lisa and dad Eric. They were honestly the best parents a girl could have. I learnt a lot from them both. My Dad taught me how to surf. I love been in competitions and surfing with my best friend Laura Pierce, sadly I had to say goodbye to her 6 hours ago at the airport. She's been my rock the last few days. My mum taught me how to play poker, the thrill you get is amazing when you get close to winning. I've beat everyone I've ever played against but her. Three days ago my parents and I was enjoying a day out on the beach. My Dad and I are very competitive, especially against each other! We both saw a big wave starting to form towards us, the smile Dad gave me will be forever embedded in my mind. We quickly laid down on our boards and made our way towards it. It’s a really good one. Just like everything it soon becomes a competition between the two of us. I lose sight of my Dad as I quickly jump to my feet attempting to stand on my board. As I stand j see him just further down from me cheering and laughing. The sight of Dad, the breeze in my hair as I surf on the biggest wave we’ve ever surfed together. The thrill is amazing! The greatest day of my life! That was until the weather changed drastically, the wind hit from nowhere. My mum wasn't the strongest surfer out there, she lost her balance and fell into the water. “Dad quick get Mum! I can swim dad! I’m fine. Get her Dad” I shouted above the water. Dad looked at me sad, “ I will get her after. It’s always been you first Princess. It’ll always be you first” Dad got me out of the water and went back for her. He was struggling against the current to find her. I lost sight of her about 5 minutes ago. Please. Please. Please be okay. Please get to the surface! I flagged the coast guard asking for help to find them. The coast guards got into their boat to get to them both. 30 minutes later they still haven't been found. The water is getting too dangerous to perform a search and rescue now. It’ll have to wait for the water to calm down some first. I was sat with some volunteers for the Coast Guard with a blanket wrapped around me, hoping and praying they've managed to somehow come out of the water further down shore. I felt so numb. The tears wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t even feel the arm wrapped around my shoulders telling me “we’ll find them” over and over again. Come on Dad and Mum. Where are you? Sadly that wasn't the case. Their bodies were never recovered. Mums surf board was found 4 miles down the coast line, damaged the morning after. It had swept ashore. They didn't allow me to see it but you could only imagine what she was going through. Without their bodies we couldn't have a funeral but Laura, bless her heart, organised a goodbye to them for us to do. All we spoke about was everything good and happy that happened over the years. I miss them. So. Much. Now back to the present, I'm 7 hours into my 10 hour flight to London. It's going so slow. I don't know if it wish it go faster. You see I'm on way to a boarding school. When I went through my parents things I found a letter addressed to me, it said in it that if something ever happened to them I would go to Kingsley School in Devon. I've never heard of the place before. I didn’t even know they knew anything about the UK or had any connections. I guess this is my life now. I hope they turn up. Walk through the door all smiles, that it had been a huge joke between us, a very cruel joke but still a joke. —— TIME SKIP TO AIRPORT —— I've just collected my suitcases and on the way to find the driver that's driving me from London to Devon. I have no idea who it is, I keep on walking through the airport until I spot a woman holding some cardboard with my name on. I slowly approach her, I have no idea where my life is taking me right now, how I'd love to just stop and just breathe! "Hi Miss. Are you Miss Diaz by any chance?" Said the woman. "Yes that is I. Can I ask your name please?" I responded with. Her face lit up with a smile, it made her look years younger. "My name is Vera. I'm your driver today. Have you got everything you need? The car is parked out in front. We have about three hour drive ahead of us. Here let me help you with this". She came towards one of my suitcases, grabbed it and told me to follow her. She's really kind. As we walked towards the car I noticed it was a fancy car with tinted windows. It makes me wonder more where I'm going. Like who could afford this car! I thanked her as we put the bags away. She returned a smile and opened the door for me. Off I go to the next stage of my life. Mum and Dad if you’re still out there, please come find me.