I woke up at 5, my alarm was ringing in my ear, my arm reached out and  pressed the heart shaped button that stopped that dreaded bell, the same bell that decides to wake me up and makes me feel miserable for the rest of the day...

But today was different, I was excited to fly, fly to Russia. No one knows I'm going, but who cares, a whole new life lays ahead of me... I jumped out of bed, I knew that the phone was about to ring, it would be Matt, Matt the Moviestar, Matt the one who I'd known for years, the Matt I skyped every night and the Matt who was planning my new life... Most importantly, the Matt that lived in Russia...

I speedily raced to the shower, still waiting for the phone call, the phone call from Matt, the call to say the taxi was on its way... Leaping out of the shower with soaking hair, I had driplets running down my back, I searched my pre-packed suitcase for my make-up bag, but the phone rang. Normally make up came before everything, but now all that mattered was the call, and Matts soft, sweet voice ringing in my ears over and over during the 12 hour trip.

"Hello?"

"Its on it's way, be ready, this is the chance for your life and our relationship, be ready!"

" Ok, ok, I will be..." The call ended, now I had half an hour to do way more than get dressed, I had to plan my escape from ny parents, the ones that brought me up, but also the ones that ruin everything, to the extent that I was fleeing...

I pulled on my bright pink t-shirg and my dungarees, then in the whip of time, 'Beep! Beep!' I stared down at a London taxis, it was early, but the earlier the better. I grabbed my bag, and sprinted down the stairs, Mum and Dad were watching TV, "Bye!" I called, "forever..." I felt the neend to mutter under my breath. Before I was questioned I was out, outside the house, then in the cab. My adventure was just beggining...

  Finally, I arrived at the airport, I thanked the driver and gave him his £12.32, I coudn't believe, my new life was on a roll, I checked in, passed my suitcase to the hot flight attendent and had to embarass myself by showing another hot flight attendent my passport. Once through border patrol I was relieved. And worn out, I had got so excited I'd practically ran through it all... With 2 hours to spare I thought I'd get some alone time shopping, after all, when I got to Russia I was going to be with Matt continuously...

So 1 pair of earings, new earphones, 3 heels and a spent £176 later, I spotted the back of a familiar face. Not just any back of a familiar face, the familiar hair that was Matt's hair. I coundn't believe it, he'd flown all this way just to be with me on the flight. I sprinted towards him, shouted "found you!" and snogged him good and hard on the face, but then got pushed away 'good and hard', what the hell was he thinking. Then I realised, then I realised I had made a terrible mistake... It wasn't Matt! It was in fact a short haired girl! Poor thing was probably just waiting to board and got this bundle of kisses of this 17 y.o. teen. I was sooooo embarrased!

The flight, oh the flight! 

The nine hours of waiting were nearly up, only half an hour until all her dreams came true. It had been so long since she had stood, the last time she had she opened the puke smelling toliet door on a heavily pregnant looking man, he looked as if he was up to something so without hesitation she had fled to the less puke-smelling loo at the front of the cabin... 

Over the course of 8 and a 1/2 hours she had managed to demolish 3 paninis and 26 costa coffees! Not forgetting having a quick rendevous with the very maculine flight attendent in the staff cabin...

"Please fasten your seatbelts and sit back as the plane is preparing to land..."

'Thank god' she thought, it was almost over, as soon as she could get up from being wedged between a fat old man and a screaming 4 year old, the better...