“Holy Moly, that was a long flight!”, I thought as I stepped out of Auckland airport into the fresh, cool air on a sunny Saturday morning. I took my first deep breath in and inhaled the fresh clean air it was so different to the polluted, dirty air I was used to back in Lithopia. I had already experienced the confusing, magical doors that seemed to miraculously open when I came near, how astounding I thought, as I wondered what other futuristic technology I might experience in this new country. Earlier when we were waiting for our bags at the bag claim my stupid little sister had run off and tried to ride the conveyor belt! It was so embarrassing as dad had to hustle his way through the other waiting passengers to grab her off! Why oh why does she has to be such a pain. We then had to talk to these official looking officers who asked us all sorts of questions about what was in our bags. Apparently it is a crime to bring in fresh fruit so I’m glad I did not pack any.
Anyway, so here I am in my new country, waiting for the taxi to come and take us to our new home in a place called Mt Roskill. I think Mt is short for mountain so I assume there may be some sort of mountain or hill nearby. The taxi pulled up and a nice looking man got out. “Kia ora guys, welcome to New Zealand”, he said as he helped my Dad and I load luggage into the boot. We all plied into the van and set off for Mountain Roskill.
As we drove along the road I was struggling to take in everything that I was seeing. My eyes were overwhelmed by all the sights. The driver was driving calmly along the not bumpy road and in an orderly way! He stopped at lights and actually let other cars through. This was nothing like what driving at home was like! I couldn’t believe that he did not use the horn to tell other drivers he was coming, not even once!
The houses we passed looked really nice they had grass out the front and I spotted some kids playing football. My Dad saw me looking longingly and said that he would get me a football as soon as he could afford it.
We passed a building that was called KFC and the taxi driver told us that was awesome kiwi kai, whatever that means!
My sister, as usual, was being annoying babbling on and I tried to tune her out as I took in all the new sights. This is my new home so far away from Litopia. I started to feel nervous again. I knew that starting school was going to be hard, what if the kids didn't like me? What if I was not smart enough and was laughed at? What if nobody played soccer? I tried to push these thoughts to the side as I was not going to be starting school for a few days but they just kept coming back making my stomach churn and feel funny. My thoughts were interrupted by the taxi coming to a halt. “Alrighty fellas, we are here”, announced the taxi driver.
I stepped out of the taxi and looked at my new house.
(Written by Miss Haydon with a little bit of help from Room 15)
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