Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Here We Come, England: Prolouge

That's right people. I'm back and here to start the second book of the Dancing in the Rain triology. How about you vote and comment and hopefully I will update soon! This will not be entered in Watty Awards because Framed and Fashion Disaster will be!

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Prolouge

January 12, 2004

Dear Diary,

It's been almost a year since Cailtyn has been saved from Brian. And, I am happy. I know, diary. I just got you. So I have to tell you all about my life.

I'll just start from when Caitlyn ran away. She didn't exactly run away. We knew where she was, she just, well, left. It was a sad day when she did and I know she didn't regret it.

She still lives in the same apartment even after she was kidnapped. Caitlyn still works at Jim's NYC Bakery.

And she'll always be my sister.

I know that you are a diary, but if you were a person, you'd be wondering about Caitlyn's kidnapping and stuff.

Well, that's too bad. Neither of us like to talk about.

Everyone is fine now, so just move on.

But, if you really want to know one dark secret about me, it's that I still talk my grandmummy. Sure, she doesn't live on the earth as a human but her soul is up in heaven watching down on me.

Hope that's enough for one night because I have to go.

Goodnight,

Phoebe

I shove my diary into my nightstand so I could right an entry tommorrow night, as I have just got this diary. I need to get used to using it.

I pull out my phone, not a special smartphone just one with QWERTY keys and text Caitlyn. I found out she just lives down the road from us. It has been much nicer being in touch with her, so when mummy and daddy are at work, she can talk to me.

One time, she even invited me to the bakery to help a little. I might even get my own job there once mummy and daddy approve it. They are still the same strict parents.

Even after grandmummy died.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep so I wouldn't have to think of dreadful thoughts about grandmummy dying.

BEEEEEP!!!

My phone vibrates on the table.

hey phoebs. wazzup. wait. what r u doin up so late?

I reply back.

I cannot sleep. Just the usual thoughts.

Beeeeep

just think happy thoughts.

I try to. I think of when Caitlyn lived with us.

I 'll try. It's not as easy as you think. They're smack dab in the middle of my head.

Beeep

just try. you can do. goodnight phoebs. luv u. <3

I love you, too.

I hit the off button on my phone and shut it off for the night. I roll on my left side and try to sleep, failing as usual.

About to doze off, I wake up slightly to whispering, but I keep my eyes shut.

"I think she's asleep. Let's talk before we have to sleep."

I heard a chair rattling in the kitchen.

"Look, I think we have to move." My mom speaks in a tender voice.

"We can't do that. If we move back, it won't be good for Phoebe, she'll just become more attached to speaking to mum." My dad replies.

Ahh, I see. They've seen me speaking to her.

"Honey, we have. I have already found a house. The decision is made and it is final."

My daddy sighed.

"Alright."

My mummy and daddy pull the chairs into the table and go to their room, slamming the door.

I turn on my phone.

Caitlyn. Caitlyn. Help.

Beeeeep

what is it?

We're moving to England.

Beeeeeeep

what?

I heard mummy and daddy talking a few minutes ago saying they've already found a place in England where we can live.

Beeeeeeep

oh. uh oh. that can't be good.