Choices - I knew I should've turned back the moment I stepped off the plane.

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I knew I should’ve turned back the moment I stepped off the plane. Instead of getting the sudden rush of immense humidity that tends to suffocate you when arrive in such an exotic location. There was nothing, nothing at all. If anything there was a slight chill in the air, which was incredibly disturbing considering I had just arrived in Cyprus at the peak of the holiday season. But I didn’t let that stop my holiday this was my holiday so I continued to stroll down the narrow aeroplane stairs into the shuttle bus that would escort us to the airport to locate our bags and finally ascend onto the coach.

When I was on the coach I stared dreamily into the surroundings trying to get an actual feel for the country, as this is what I usually tend to do when visiting a foreign country I felt nothing, nothing whatsoever for their city or culture which was alarming. I normally can feel what their city is like as we whiz pass their different aspects of the culture on the long, boring coach ride. But it was late this was the first time I had ever landed in a country other than our own at night.

 “Things tend to be different at night,” I thought reassuring myself and quietly laughed to myself remembering when I used to cry myself to sleep thinking there was a witch in my room. Only to discover years later that it was a disfigured branch on a tree outside. I was so immature back then but before I came away I made a promise to myself that this holiday was to be the start of a new life, the start of a new me I was now fourteen years old and needed to grow up. I felt like the odd one out at school, I would even go as far as a miss-fit. I had many friends but everyone was so mature compared to me, so independent I wanted to be so much like them and after this holiday I would be. It’s not that I wasn’t happy it’s just everyone was so much cooler than me and I wanted to be like them so much.

I didn’t let the fact that I couldn’t get a feel for the country worry me, maybe the new me had already kicked in. I just sat back in the itchy, bumpy seats on the coach and listened to the rep tell us the usual facts about the unfamiliar country. Until I finally, drifted off to sleep.

“Ouch” I complained as I felt and finger prod me in my stomach.

“We’re here, come on get off the coach” my mum whispered to me cautiously making sure she didn’t wake up any of the other passengers who were sound asleep on the coach.

I climbed out off me seat and walked down off the coach slightly disorientated as I had just woken up and went to help my parents obtain the luggage as they walked ahead of me into what I presumed was reception. I couldn’t see entirely well as it must have been midnight so I just sat on one of the suitcases and waited for my parents to return with the key to the apartment.  They soon returned with a key and what looked like a map of the complex, god it was huge. I dragged the suitcase to our apartment trying to be quiet so we didn’t wake the other guests. But I soon didn’t care, as I was too tired to think about anything finally number 215 I threw the suitcase in and collapsed on my new bed.

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“SQUUUUUUUUAAAWW!”

Oh my god what was that! What a sound to wake you up in the morning. It must have been the loudest sounding chicken I had ever heard. But then what would a chicken be doing in a five star complex in Cyprus. I went to the balcony and began to open the curtains expecting to be blinded by the light that was about to strike. But I was extremely amazed as it looked like a damp day you expect to have back in Birmingham. My eyes scoured the complex to see what that dreadful sound was ...

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