Trip to Pakistan (Personnal Writing)
Trip to Pakistan
It was the last day of school, I was happy so were fellow class mates. This day was going to be the best day and the six weeks that we were given of from school. As the time got closer to the end of the day all students in the class were lining up In front of the door like a formula one race, they all were so eager to leave the school. But it did not feel right to me leaving and forgetting about all the fun time I had in the school. The bell siren went of and there went my friends running down the hall and out the school, but I decided to stay back and say ‘Goodbye’ to all the teacher that had tutored me all through the five years. When that was over and done with I went straight home so I could relax and enjoy the six weeks, but there was another surprise when I got home – ‘I was going Pakistan’ for six weeks. This was defiantly my best day – I packed all my stuff together and staked it up on the side of my bed, I was ready to leave home and go to another country.
It was Saturday morning the Sun was out with clear skies, I waved goodbye to all family, friends and relatives and of I went on a three hour journey to Birmingham, while I was sitting In the car one of my family member started playing some ‘wired’ music which I did not like, so I opened the window and watched the trees one after one a trees appeared this made me sick, so the final thing I did was go to sleep.
When my eyes opened I was out side the airport, people were rushing in and the people that came out were sad and some had tears. I went running to the terminal that I was meant to be on, got my ticket check and was on the airplane, I was just waiting for it to lift up. Not knowing that It was going to be along flight, I watched videos, listened to music and messed around with the lights then all of a sudden It got bored everyone was asleep and no one was about to talk to me, so I went to sleep again.
When my eyes opened I was at Islamabad airport my granddad was waiting out
It was the last day of school, I was happy so were fellow class mates. This day was going to be the best day and the six weeks that we were given of from school. As the time got closer to the end of the day all students in the class were lining up In front of the door like a formula one race, they all were so eager to leave the school. But it did not feel right to me leaving and forgetting about all the fun time I had in the school. The bell siren went of and there went my friends running down the hall and out the school, but I decided to stay back and say ‘Goodbye’ to all the teacher that had tutored me all through the five years. When that was over and done with I went straight home so I could relax and enjoy the six weeks, but there was another surprise when I got home – ‘I was going Pakistan’ for six weeks. This was defiantly my best day – I packed all my stuff together and staked it up on the side of my bed, I was ready to leave home and go to another country.
It was Saturday morning the Sun was out with clear skies, I waved goodbye to all family, friends and relatives and of I went on a three hour journey to Birmingham, while I was sitting In the car one of my family member started playing some ‘wired’ music which I did not like, so I opened the window and watched the trees one after one a trees appeared this made me sick, so the final thing I did was go to sleep.
When my eyes opened I was out side the airport, people were rushing in and the people that came out were sad and some had tears. I went running to the terminal that I was meant to be on, got my ticket check and was on the airplane, I was just waiting for it to lift up. Not knowing that It was going to be along flight, I watched videos, listened to music and messed around with the lights then all of a sudden It got bored everyone was asleep and no one was about to talk to me, so I went to sleep again.
When my eyes opened I was at Islamabad airport my granddad was waiting out