Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 62

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We’re here! Oh God, we’re here!
I’ve grabbed hold of my stuff and we’re slowly but surely shuffling offboard. There’s been a few missteps
here and there, like where the guy in front of me suddenly stopped short and I narrowly avoided bashing
my head into him, and the blond kid at my back keeps stepping on my heels accidentally. The weather’s
taken a turn for the worse, too - what was previously a drizzle is now rapidly morphing into pouring rain,
but none of that can dampen my enthusiasm.
Because, in just a few short moments, I’ll be brought down to American soil, and it’s going to be everything
I’ve ever wanted.