At least two and a half hours later everyone was downstairs except for my sister she was still waking up, as I ran to the second floor to awaken her I could not help but dashed up to the third floor and get a last glimpse of my room. Before I was split apart, I looked longingly around the room, desperate to take the whole room and fit it in my pocket. A few minutes later I was called downstairs, I hesitated for a second, and then I soared downstairs as fast as I could, woke up my sister then hurried down another flight of stairs. I could see that my entire luggage was loaded on to a humongous blue car which was more like a bear on wheels. The car allowed seven passengers and one driver to be seated. We were all soon seated and on our way to the airport. After a couple of hours we had finally arrived at the airport, on my first sighting it looked big but it wasn’t the biggest building I had seen, it was the size of my school. Soon after we had unloaded all my suitcases, we had made our way towards the airport, wrestled through the herd of people (they were squirming past like animals, pushing and shoving), searched for the line that we had to wait in, and waited in it for approximately forty five long minutes. Every minute was an hour.
Ultimately we had arrived at the passage-way which would separate me from my whole world, my life and my family. As I looked back waving, I felt as though this was happening too soon and an odd sensation that I was dreaming drifted within me. The next thing I realised was that I was being ushered through the passage way, my mind was in a limbo; soon I could hear a women next to me. I could hear faint sounds coming out of her mouth (my mind was still yet somewhere else), the words became more and more clearly, “hurry up dear, you’ll miss your flight, c’mon boy”, I finally was back, I hesitated for a second then I began to sprint along the corridor as fast as I could. At the end was a massive muscular metallic door wide open with a man beside it waiting for me. The room I was placed in was compact and bold. The seat I was positioned in was single; it was equipped with a television and remote that I could move freely and the seat itself I could move forwards, backwards, left or right, but obviously I could only move it to a certain extent. I was placed in the closest corner on the right only inches away from the window. When I looked back I could just make out the right wing of the aeroplane. A half hour later the plane was running up the runaway, unusually, even though I have never experienced the feeling of being in an aeroplane, it felt casual or normal. But when it had lifted I felt the substances in my stomach compress and put pressure down on me, this on the other hand I accepted it to be a very extraordinary feeling. First I looked out of the window and watched the houses shrink into small grey groups surrounded by light and dark patches of green. Almost immediately I was no longer looking down on a beautiful mould of colours but clogged in thick, polluted, filthy, grey, smoke that was not pleasant at all. Almost every half hour I would be asked if I wanted anything or not. Several times I was offered games, refreshments and a variety of movies to watch. After a long refreshing nap and something to consume, the plane had finally and at long last come to an end.
I felt dizzy and a bit confused when I was let out and again walked down a similar corridor to the one I had walked down before I had entered the aeroplane except this time it was stuffier than before. I was walking down an isle when a lady stopped me and gave me my luggage I recognised her face from the aeroplane, after that she had pointed blankly into a wall at the far end of the aisle then repeated “walk down to the end then turn left, someone should be there that you recognise”
consequently I did as she instructed and ended up recognising a face from an old photo I had seen a few days ago in London, it was my dads sister, I waited for her to call me, a few seconds after she had searched the crowd rushing out of the aisle
She noticed me and her eyes fell on me. I hastened and then began to walk of in her direction, she then called out my name and forced a smile onto her face, I could clearly tell that she was covering up her miserable gloomy expression on her face. She lead me out of the airport as she did, a creepy shiver ran up my spine because of the silence. As I left the air conditioned airport a rush of stuffy and stinky air hit me. She escorted me of towards a Toyota car but its features were different in many ways.
As soon as I entered, everyone looked away. Half way through the journey to wherever we were going, suddenly they all started to stare at me; I could see from the corner of my eye that their faces were ghostly white. There was a deadly silence creeping in, all I could hear was the cars engine roaring and spitting short coughs. I looked up, my face carrying a worried expression as I tried to make eye contact with one of the others, but they all looked away as soon as I looked up, they were all very nervous because all of them were either shaking or fidgeting with their fingers or feet. The deadly silence in the air built up a lot of tension, I could no longer endure the pain of not being told whatever it was they were all hiding from me, so I took a deep breath held it for a second then raised my voice shaking with anger, I bellowed “can someone please tell me what is going on, and what are you hiding from me” (this was all said in Gujarati, Indian language). Most of them looked at each other exchanging looks except for my grandmother she looked at me as though I had just let out foul language, she slowly turned her head right, facing the window, she let out a vulgar cough sound then I could have sworn I had seen a tear drop fall from her chin to the dusty floor of the car. Through out the rest of the journey I felt a strong chill run down my spine several times. I had then finally reached there it was a small town with several small buildings, only one building seemed to be painted properly and had a sign dangling from just above the wide double-door entrance. I could not help but question myself, the suspense had been killing me, then when I entered I had wished I never stepped into that building, and suddenly thought that I would have been better of not knowing what I was just about to find out in a few minuets time. As I entered the building I heard screams and saw trails of blood on the entrance floor, which ended just a few centimetres away.
