A full moon was on the horizon. The wind brushed through Isabella’s golden hair. Twinning with it was the sand that tickled her toes, even at the slightest movement. Isabella’s reflection bounced off the glistening water and into her soft hazel eyes.
At home Isabella was greeted by her two young brothers. They were bawling and their eyes were as puffy as the fur on a Pomeranian. The frightened teenager pulled both into a tight embrace and asked them for an explanation. Isabella marched to her parents and asked, “Is it true? Are we really leaving?” The silence that came from her parents wasn’t a good sign. She stormed out of the room and dug her head into her pillow. Isabella tried to find the silver lining but there was none. She was going to leave her friends, school and most importantly her precious memories in Auckland.
After a crying herself to sleep Isabella was awoken by a bright light. The sun beamed through her window. With a heavy groan Isabella turned to read the clock, it read 9:56 AM. Luckily it was Saturday, the starting of the holiday. When Isabella entered the kitchen she instantly turned. Her parents were there and they wanted to talk. After 30 minutes of talking Isabella realised how wrongly accused her parents were. Going to Brisbane wasn’t forever it was just for the holiday. Isabella’s smiled from ear to ear. She was ecstatic.
The plane ride was great. Since it was a first time for Isabella she didn’t really have much to compare it with. Brisbane from a bird's eyes view was just breathtaking. The family took photo’s and visited so many places. Sadly everything had to come to an end. Everyone returned home safely and continued with their lives.
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