Maybe One Day

Prologue London

~ BLAKE ~

"Can you grab me one too?" I ask politely to my brother as he makes his way to the fridge, getting ready to grab a can of Coke.

"How about ... No" he says turning to me with a smile and walking to sit on the couch again.

Ugh, siblings. What pests.

I stand up and walk over to the fridge as I hear my apartment door burst open.

My brother and I, live in a small apartment together near school, the reason being to get away from my parents and so we wouldn't have to wake up early to get ready to go to school ... Yes I know. We are very lazy.

I cock my head to the side of my fridge door to see who it is "Mum, dad ... What are you doing here?" My brother asks while still sitting on the couch.

"Where's Blake?" My mum asks.

I shut the fridge door and turn to her "I'm here. What's up?" I say.

She looks almost ... Mad? But why wou- "WHATS UP?! Blake Black ... I thought I said for you to control your temper but instead you decide to mouth off as always!"

Ohhh that's why she's mad.

"I'm sorry! It slipped out but he wasn't being fair!" I said quietly hanging my head down.

"but that teacher was being an ass-" Bellamy says smirking before being rudely cut off

"Grab your stuff. Blake. We will talk about this in the car." My dad says looking stern at me.

"Where is she going?" My brother says looking annoyed now.

Me and my brother have been closer than I probably was to my parents ... We would train together and we understood each other almost like best friends but we were still brother and sister, meaning we would argue like no one else. That's what I liked though. I didn't trust anyone like I trusted him.

"To apologise to the head teacher. Hopefully you won't still be suspended." my mum said sternly looking frustrated at my brother.

"Okay whatever I'll go" I say rolling my eyes. I knew if I didn't, it would just cause a scene and my parents would just be madder. They tend to be what people would call 'strict parents'.

I grab my wallet, keys, phone and a jumper. I thought to myself, why should I apologise to the head teacher? He was the one being an asshole. And not to mention, he doesn't busy himself in small matters, the only time I ever spoke to him was when there was a fight at school and I witnessed it. So why the hell he would care to see me now, I have no clue.

"Let's go then." My mum says snapping me out of my thoughts as I follow her out the door waving goodbye to my brother.

Little did I know. We were not going to see the head teacher.

The drive was taking a long damn time and it only was a 10 minute drive from here to the school. I had been in this car for about half an hour and now I was beginning to get annoyed.

"Alright where are we going." I demand knowing the answer.

The car abruptly stops.

Oh god. I'm so dead. Why did I speak up.

But as soon as I look to my right I'm at ... The airport? Why am I at the airport?

"Alright, come on get out" my mum says sighing. I do what she says. Me, my dad and my mum walk into the airport and I just stand there waiting, as do my mum and dad.