6 July 2012
Two Weeks Later
I stepped off the train, my suitcase in my hand. Maggie had cried when she said goodbye, I wanted to stay with her but I know that this is my one chance to make my dream come true. My guitar was in its case in my other hand. Maggie had got me a brand new guitar pick and told me if ever I need anything I just need to call her. I had called a taxi when we were just pulling in to the station and so there was a taxi and driver waiting for me. I'd been wrong, the College isn't in Keith but in near. I'd looked up the journey on the AA Route Finder one evening when I was at the library. It's quite a distance so I chose to go on the train. I also found the address for the college so I could tell the driver. The taxi driver pulled into the side of the road. I climbed out with all my luggage and got my first taste of Kunnington Music College. The college itself was an old building made out of stone. The gardens and campus was completely grass with paths and stone sculptures. The whole place was amazing. It took my breath away!
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