Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Here We Come, England: 2

Eeeep, chaper two is here! I can’t believe I get to continue Phoebe’s messed up life! <3 Lol okay. This chapter is dedicated to @Everyonedreams.

We have recently been in a fight. I have thought about it and accept her apology because friends are awesome and I miss talking to her. (Don’t worry Jessie, I LOVE talking to you, and always will cos you’ve stayed at my side)

Beware people. Her friend Adrianna is very mean. :’( She told me and Jessie to die and go to hell.

Okay, just a misunderstanding. You, reader are probably like shut up, I wanna read chapter two. I will give you what you want!

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Chapter two: Man do I hate planes

January 19, 2012

Dear Diary,

            Lucky me. It’s four am and guess where I am. Half asleep with mummy, daddy, and Caitlyn waiting for our plane to England to be called. I have already had four coffees trying to keep myself awake.

            I am not sure how mummy is so awake right now, when I am pretty sure he’s also against us moving, also. Caitlyn is on her phone texting Jim. She wishes we had stayed also because Caitlyn loved her job at Jim’s NYC Bakery.

            Mummy is searching through brochures of places we can visit. Why would she need those? We have already lived here. Daddy is drifting off to sleep, then jerking his head, then drifting off to sleep, and jerking awake, and so on and so fourth.

            Oh, well, our plane just got called so I have to go now.

Love,

Phoebe

            Bye, America. I will miss you. But I don’t worry too much because as soon as I turn eighteen, I am moving right back to New York. There’s nothing stopping me. I am legally my own person.

            “C’mon Phoebe. We can’t bear to miss this flight.”

            Hah, I could bear with it alright!

            “Coming, mum.”

            “Ticket, please.” A not-so-cheery thirty year old speaks to me.

            I hand her my ticket and walk into the plane following my parents. Ugh, that was my chance to dart off as soon as the got on the plane. I mentally smack myself for now doing that. I know I will regret not darting when we start to unpack.

            We headed to first class. I couldn’t believe we could afford those seats. I settle into my seat when Caitlyn swings into the seat next to me. Atleast she still came.

            “This is so stupid. I shouldn’t have to be going because I am old enough to be in my own control.”

            “I know, I agree. Mum should just let us stay together in your apartment together, or something that would benefit us.”

            “Well, I’m going to take a nap. I don’t know about you. Good morning.”

            And with that Caitlyn zonked off to sleep.

            I couldn’t help myself and did the same.

            ~~~~Phoebe’s dream~~~~

            “C’mon mum! Can’t we just talk about this. You haven’t ever asked us about what we wanted.” I cried.

            “The decision is made. You’re going.”

            “Nope. I am staying right here.”

            “Don’t make me go get daddy!”

            “Do what you want, since we don’t seem to get a say about ANYTHING!”

            “Oh, don’t you give me that kind of sass.”

            “I’ll give you whatever I want.”

            “Don’t you dare. Otherwise I will ground you.”

            “What does it matter? What else am I supposed to do?”

            “Honey, get in here. Phoebe is refusing to obey me and get in the car so we can head to the airport.”

            “Let her, dear. We don’t need her. We only need eachother. She’ll come. Don’t you worry.”

            I jerk awake and look at daddy. He wouldn’t ever say that rude of a thing to me, right?

            I trust that and decide to fall back asleep because, a girl needs her beauty sleep, Right?