He swears he loves me, I tell him it's rude to curse!

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 chappii 1:

The space for fear in my head is at zero, so why is it there? i have no clue.

I pace up and down my now small uninviting room, i have moved all of my stuff and

packed them in those plastic boxes with the roller wheels to make them easier to

get in and out of the car. As I wait anxiously for my dad to pick me up and drive me

to london i hear a small knock, "come in" I say. it's my mother i look over to her and see that she's crying.

"it's okay mum ill be home soon," i pull her into a tight hug as she starts to sob.

" but what will i do without you who am i going to give my extra Chineese food to??

hugh? you didn't think about that did you rose?"

she started to ramble on and on about how she will be lonely and have no one to

borrow socks off when hers are missing. our washing machine seems to gobble her

socks up, it's like they say ooh she's doing the washing again, right on schedule and

then scream out dinner time and eats her socks. i know it sounds stupid but i swear

that what has to happen.

"beep! beep" I hear the car horn "dads here!" I yell. mum lets go and wipes her face

with her sleeve 'tell him ill be out to help in a minuete?'' "okay mum" i say as im

already halfway down the stairs.

"Rose! dad yells as he sees me run down the stairs "dad i yell as he pulls me into a

tight hug "i missed you princess what have you been doing?'' you see i hate when

he calls me princess he has been doing that since i was five years old. "daaaddd!" i

groan what have i told you about calling me princess im not five anymore im 16."

"sorry muffin" he says giving me slight smile and winking at me. i hate when he does

that, he's suck a smart a**.

It seems to be a long drive to the airport even though weve only been in the car for

about thirty minuets. " my friends son will be meeting us at the airport when we get

to london okay?" i turn to look at my dad i wasn't paying attention to him i was

watching white stripes on the road as we passed them. "whah?" i ask, my dad

looked annoyed. " I said that my friends son will be coming to meet us at the airport

when we get to london. you might actually get along with him it think he is about

your age" my dad says ha ha dream on dad boys are so over rated these

days. "here we are princess" dad says as we pull into the airport. After talking to

the pilot for about ten minuets my dad turns to me; "come on princess we've got to

pack the  stuff into the plane." "ugh!" I exclaim as i get out and head to the back of

the car, "Dad can you unlock the boot?" i yell, "yeah sure sorry princess". he yells

back I hate when he calls me. PRINCESS!! i mean im six-teen.