A twist in my story. ~ Danny Worsnop Fanfiction.

Goodbye, Chicago.

"Ellie! Come on! We have to go!" My mother shrieked from the kitchen. I zipped my last bag and put my headphones in my ears. I walked out quickly and got into the car. I watched as my mother and father hugged and kissed Jasmine. I rolled my eyes at the sight. Well at least they didn't try to hide the favoritism. That always sucks.

We made it to the airport and my parents didn't even bother to walk me inside. "Well. I hope you learn to be obedient soon. We want you home as soon as possible." My mom said. I scoffed. "Your such a freaking liar. Have a nice vacation away from me" I said and got out of the car. I heard protests coming from her but I just walked towards the entrance with my bags in hand.

*Skip to arriving in England.*
I walked out of the boarding area of the foreign airport. Who the hell am I looking for? I looked around at the many people walking and spotted a lady holding a sign that said Ellie Castro and I assumed that was aunt kara. I walked closer and waved shyly at her. Her smile grew wide and she put the sign down and gave me a huge hug. "Ellie darling. Oh it's so good to see you. I was hoping you wouldn't get lost." She said, letting me go. "Nope. I'm surprised I didn't either." Her appearance shocked me. She didn't look strict. "Come on darling. Lets get home. We got a lot of catching up to do."

About thirty minutes later we arrived at a nice area with similar houses everywhere. We pulled into the garage of a brown lodge type house. the lawn was perfect and there was perfect shrubs around the house. "Wow." I said. Aunt Kara chuckled lightly. "I love to garden. I've got a pretty nice vegetable garden in the back. Maybe you can help me with it. Yeah?" She said. I smiled. "I think I can manage that."

Aunt Kara showed me the house and to my room, which was very nice. We talked about why my parents were making me come here. "Honestly I'm surprised that they didn't send me to a bootcamp or something. They really want me to change how I am." I said with a laugh. She sent me a smile. "Well I'm not going to try to get you to change. When your mother called me, I thought she sounded absurd. she has always been a perfectionist." She said while stirring a cup of tea. I nodded. She noticed my discomfort. "Don't take it to heart darling. She doesn't understand. Our mom was the same way, she just always kept on with the traits. Which isn't a good thing to be honest." I laughed. "I think I feel more at home here then in America" I said. That was the truth.