My clenched fists dug cold fingernails into my palms, the only physical sign of any desperation. It was sharp like the worry that swam through my mind like tropical fish. My brother's shoulders hung heavy like the bags behind us. It was now or never. Anticipation coated our eyelids, masking every flaw in a rose-coloured haze.

The man at the desk looked us over. Choked words were trapped behind our silent tongues, lest we spoil our Christmas present. It was wrapped in white snow and foreign accents, but we were excited to unwrap it. The silence was deafening. They told us that silence was never a good sign and panic began to set in behind my father's stone mask - until the man smiled. He smiled, showing off teeth as white as our present's clothing.

"We welcome the Richards to England. Enjoy your stay."

Yo. So like I haven't written anything in a while but I had to do this bit of imaginative writing for homework and I was like "lol let's put it in the book, no one is gonna read it anyway"

Enjoy your day/night <3