Before we arrived at the airport I took a good look around; seeing everything that I ever knew. I saw everything that I wouldn't see anymore because we were moving thousands of miles away. I began to wander from our front yard to our backyard. I stopped when I saw our beautiful oak tree with a tire hanging from it. I used to swing on it everyday after school when I was little. But I was about to leave it behind; I would no longer be able to swing from it.

I stepped closer to it, I pushed the tire, and was about to sit on when I was interrupted by my mother telling me that we had to get ready to leave. I reluctantly followed her to the car.

We finally arrived at the airport a little while later. We went through security, which I hated, and gave them our luggage. We had about a half hour before our plane took off, so I decided to sit down and wait. I looked out the window and saw all planes. I zoned out while thinking about everything that was happening. When suddenly heard my parents telling me i was time to board the plane. My parents and I have been anxiously waiting for this moment for awhile now.

We showed our tickets to security and boarded the plane. I took a deep breathe tried to forget where I was going and what I was leaving behind.

I quickly found my seat in coach. My parents and I were not sitting together because has first class seats and I hadcoach seats.

I had three seats to choose from; the aisle, the middle, or the window seat. I chose to sit next to the window because I loved looking at the passing clouds when we were in the air.

People kept passing my row, filling in seats everywhere. I was looking out the window when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was; someone had sat next to me. He looked like he was about six foot two. He had blonde hair blue eyes and talked with a British accent. We began to talk and introduce ourselves. His name was Charles.

We talked about where we were coming from and why we were leaving. We had a lot in common. We exchanged numbers, to keep in touch when we landed. We quieted down when we heard the captain begin to speak.

As the captain finished going over the safety precautions, I knew it was time, we were leaving to go to Baltimore. It was really happening. We were lifted into the air as a tear escaped my eye. I was leaving behind everything that I always knew; my best friend, my house, my school, everything.

I saw someone giving everyone a bag of peanuts. And that's when I decided to listen to music. I pulled out my iPod, form my carry on bag. I had gotten my iPod for Christmas and ever since then it never left my side. I turned on my favorite song "If These Sheets Were States" by All Time Low, which was my favorite band.

I must have fell asleep because I was awoken by my Charles telling me that we were about to land. I couldn't wait to get of this plane, I felt like I have been on here forever. I needed to stretch my legs.

When we got home I went straight to my newly decorated room. The walls were silver, a metallic silver. I had a few posters of my favorite band, that I had to beg my parents to allow me to put them up. They hated the idea of me having band members on my walls. They just don't understand my love for them.

I sat on my new bed, that had a white wooden frame and back and white sheets. I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. As my laptop was loading I plugged my iPod in and scrolled through some of the albums I had. I decided to put on All Time Low's "Don't Panic" album. I loved it. Their vocals were absolute perfection in it.

When my browser loaded I went on Twitter. I loved Twitter. I loved the people that I talked to that had the same interests as me. I loved that I could interact with my favorite band. I loved it all. I was always going on Twitter, which always got my parents mad.

The first thing I do when I get on Twitter is check my interactions. I saw that my best friend tweeted me to have a safe flight. As I responded to her, I began to think about how much I'm going to miss and how much I already DO miss her. She understood my so well. She knew just how to cheer me up. I'm going to miss having sleepovers and chatting and giggling in class. I was going to miss everything about having her so close to me.

After I responded to her, I began to see what was up with All Time Low. I went to each of the band members' profiles to see what I missed while I was on the plane. I went to Alex's first, then Zach's, then, Jack's, and then finally Rian's. I was scrolling through his recent tweets when I saw that he said he was in the Baltimore area.

"How cool would it be if I met him?!" I thought to myself while quickly snapping myself into reality because I knew that I would never meet him or anyone from the band for that matter.

I guess my best friend had seen Rian's tweet because she tweeted me saying that Rian was in Baltimore and how I needed to meet him. She was crazy if she even thought that I would be meet Rian.

I tried not to think to much about it because, to be honest, it kind of hurt knowing that I would never meet any of the members from All Time Low. I turned up the music, laid on my newly made bed, and chatted with my best friend. No matter what was happening my best friend could always make me feel better.

I must have been in my room awhile because my mother knocked on my door and asked if I was hungry. I told her I wasn't. Which was weird because I was always hungry. I loved food, but surprisingly I really wasn't hungry.

I continued to talk to my best friend while listening to music, when suddenly I heard my mother calling me from the kitchen. She probably wanted to make sure I still wasn't hungry. I told my best friend that I would be right back. I got off my bed, turned off my music, and went down stairs.

When I arrived down stairs, I went into the kitchen. The kitchen was painted green, not like a bright green, but like a light, pretty green. It was bigger than our old kitchen. I'm sure my dad will love to cook in it.

I was greeted by my parents. They told me someone as at the door asking for me. I was shocked and confused. "I had just moved here and knew no one. I hadn't made any friends, yet. I didn't even have a chance to introduce myself to our neighbors, how could someone want to see me?" I thought to myself.

I walked towards the front door, I slowly began to open it, scared as to what or who may be on the other side. Right before I opened the door, I remembered Charles. I then fully opened the door.

"Hi" I said my breath catching in my throat