Unexpected (Angelina Jolie)

Chapter 1. Heart Broken

2016 update: 

I started writing this when I first joined wattpad around a year ago. I have edited some of the first few chapters to make them better for you guys. However I was inexperienced so some things may not add up or characters that get forgotten. I'm doing my best to fix this. 

Anyways, a lot of people say they like my book, I hope you do too. 

Love Meg x

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Today is Sunday which means tomorrow is Monday also known as the first day back at school after the Christmas holidays. In my home city of London it has been snowing like crazy. However now the snow has turned to slush, making what was the beautifully bright and glittery streets of London into a slushy mess. Today my mum - Christine is taking me out ice skating which is a nice change for me. Like most teenagers, I spend most my time in my room surrounded by four bland looking walls..

"Sophie, come get your skates on. I will be waiting for you at the entrance of the rink." Christine shouts over to me.

I love ice skating but the strength you need to get the skates on takes up most of your energy and then you don't want to skate for so long. Well that's how it feels when I put my skates on but I'm not exactly strongest person.

Meeting with my mum at the entrance, I take my first step on the slippery ice and almost instantly my left foot slides out from underneath me, grabbing the railing I manage to steady myself. After a little while I start to get the hang of it and decide to attempt to skate in the middle of the rink. The crisp cold breeze guiding me around the other skaters, it's like a form of dance. Twirling, gliding, flowing in and out of people.

Closing my eyes, breathing in the fresh air my body full on relaxes.

Until I crash into someone causing myself to fall flat on my face; luckily my hands automatically cover my face.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" A husky toned voice says.

Slowly getting back on my feet a sharp sting is felt in my hands, the skin scabbed and a burning red.

"No, no, it's fine. " I reply before I wince at the continuous sharp stinging pain.

"Are you sure?" Her voice dripping with concern.

"Yeah everything feels worse when it's cold ." letting out a false laugh, I try to reassure her. Of course I'm lying and the pain is actually killing me inside but I don't want to make this person feel bad.

"Let me help you to a bench so you can sit down." Without even looking at them I know they are female, her voice is so delicate and familiar.

"Okay." Looking up my eyes connect with those rare cat eyes, the cat eyes that belong to the one and only Angelina Jolie! Expecting to be absolutely star-struck, I'm a little disappointed to feel nothing of the sorts; in-fact I don't really care that a 5 star celebrity is stood in-front of me. Right now I just care about the outrageous pain in my hands. Angelina helps me to the nearby bench and turns my hands over examining where the pain is coming from.

"They look really sore. Where's your mother?" Angelina says, her American accent running thick throughout her voice.

"I think she left to go and get me a hot drink." Looking over my shoulder, it's like a game of where's Wally trying to spot one person out of a crowd. Luckily it doesn't take long to spot her. "There she is!" I say pointing at my mum in the distance.

She locks eyes with me before rushing over. "Oh no what's happened?" she says putting the drinks on the floor and kneeling down infront of me.

"It was all my fault I knocked into her. I'm so sorry." Angelinas voice goes into a state of panic as she glances over towards Christine. It's almost like something just clicked in her mind and I notice her starting to tremble. Probably from the cold.

"Are you okay?" I ask, just to make sure I haven't done anything wrong.

"Yeah, yeah I am just a bit cold. I should probably get going; Brad is probably wondering where I have gone." Angelina forces a smile on her face as she looks at me and my mum.

My mother looking just as shocked as Angelina. But why?

"Come on Sophie. We are going home."

"What? Right now?" What just happened? It's like a switch, one minute everything was fine but now Christine seems almost mad.

The whole way home there was silence. I just stared out the window watching the night close in and car headlights flying past the car.

Walking in the front door seemed like the perfect time to finally break the silence.

"Angelina acted really strange when you came over. I wonder what all that was about." Not the best conversation starter but it was the best I could come up with.

"I couldn't care less about what is wrong with Angelina." Her tone harsh as she turns to shut the front door.

"Whoa, what was all that about, how could she have upset you when you only met her for 10 minutes?" I'm now confused.

"Sophie, some things are better left unsaid.This... is one of them; I think you should go to bed you have a long day at school tomorrow." Now my mum is really starting to creep me out. Could Christine and Angelina have met before? Why can't she just be honest with me?

"Okay then, night mum"

Walking into my room, I grab my laptop and start doing some research. Looking for Angelinas Biography seemed like the best place to start; maybe they had family or friends in common and just fell out... Yeah, that's very unlikely but Cristine probably has a good reason for disliking Angelina. Me being the nosey person I am must find out what that reason is.

Having already known about most of the stuff on Angelinas wiki page there was one section with little information. Stuff that probably had little importance that it didn't even make it on TV. Either that or Angelina just didn't share any information about it... Could this be the reason for this awkward encounter?

It says that at the end of her marriage to Johnny lee Miller Angelina was pregnant. But there is no name of the baby; maybe it was a miscarriage, those things aren't unusual. Scrolling down I manage to find the date of birth... April 27th 2000. That's my birthday! But why would that effect my mum? I'm probably over thinking this whole situation but what if I'm not who I have been brought up to be? What if I'm not Sophie Jackson... The thoughts start to take over rushing through my head back in time; memories that I thought I had forgotten. Back to when people would say that I have eyes similar Angelina's and the weird reaction my mum and Angelina had when they met. Some things are better left unsaid. Why would she have said that? Why would she be so scared? And most importantly what was so important that my own mother couldn't tell me.

My heart starts racing and my head throbbing. I need to calm down, I need to stop overreacting. It's probably nothing, but it also could be something. Getting a drink might help. Yeah, a nice cold drink with some ice cubes.

Stop panicking!

Walking downstairs to get the glass of water I hear Christines voice, it sounds like she is panicking too considering she lets out a sob between her words. But, who is she talking to?

"You can't just appear out of nowhere, Angelina. We made a deal the day you gave her up that You wouldn't have anything to do with her...You wanted nothing to do with her!" She pauses, "She's my daughter now so don't let an incident happen like this again!"

Silence...

Oh my God... She couldn't have been talking about me. This isn't happening...I'm Angelina's daughter. I'm a Jolie... All these years have been a complete lie.