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Chapter 1

C H A P T E R O N E

Andy's POV

Just an hour or two and I'll be smelling that fresh London air for the first time. Good thing that I have my own flat waiting there provided by my mom when she was working at London months ago.

I'm so excited, I can't wait to land.

I can't help but suppress a giggle and earn a few stares from a couple of people. Gosh, sorry. These guys just don't understand me. You know that feeling, like when you really want to see someone special and you just can't wait to see them? Well that's what I feel, but I'm not seeing Someone. Instead, I'm freakin seeing London!

Finally. After who knows how long or maybe it's just me who doesn't know how long the flight was, we finally landed.

I took a deep breath, absorbing every piece of British air slapping my face. I rush through the exit waving a cab and jumped in.

"Where to Miss?" the driver asked. His thick british accent ring in my ears.

"Auckland Street, umm.. 5th Avenue please." I replied.

"Okay then, love." he said as he grins at me. Oh kay?

Oh my god I cannot believe I am in London.

Never thought that forgetting about my cancer is a piece of cake.

I put my earphones on as I try to escape from this annoying old driver who keeps on bugging me about my name or who am I living with and if I have a boyfriend. Like, excuse me? 20 years old here. Jeez do I look like I'm interested?

I can't stop thinking all the possibilities that could happen to me when I start to live here. I mean, I have to keep myself busy and enjoy the rest of the summer! Maybe I should look for a job too. I just can't ask my mom or dad to give me money for me to live, that'll be a no-good-daughter thing especially I'm already 20. I'm quite responsible for my age.

I got my little journal out of my bag and jolt down some to-do's:

*Buy groceries

*Buy some things to my new apartment

*Shopping

*Sight seeing

*Picture taking of course

*A little job search

I closed my journal then put it back in my bag as the cab haulted for a stop. I looked out of the window seeing a simple apartment. Well, not bad.

I paid the driver and thanked him. I climbed out of the cab, opened the trunk and got my things out.

What's wrong with him not helping me taking my luggages out? What a gentleman.

I stared at the apartment. It has two floors with a little garden outside. I am interested in gardening. When I was younger, my grandparents always teaches me how to plant and how to take care of it. So, I do know how to decorate or customise my very own garden.

I approached the door and unlocked it. Once I did, the smell of fresh painted walls hit my nostrils. The apartment must be new. However, it's very nice.

I looked around the flat and smiled. It's not too big nor too small. It's perfect. All credit goes to my mother of course. If she did not provide me a flat here, I would be homeless right now.

This is going to be so cool. I'm going to have new friends (but of course I will not forget about my old pals back home). New life. New everything.