Don't get me caught up in that

Chapter 1:)

Chapter 1:)

I was just sitting around waiting for that one phone call from my dad who I didn't even know. I didn't tell you that my mum died about three weeks ago, did I?

Well it was my mums 35th birthday and her and her friends decided to go to the nightclub in the city centre. My mum let me stay on my own as she said I was old enough to now. I'd just had an argument with my mum before she left to go out.....I wanted to go to my friends house party but she said no, I wasn't older enough to. I just wished I hadn't had yelled them horrible things I said to her aftre what has happened. Anyways she was late back and I though to myself 'maybe she's just having too much fun taking shots and dancing.' There was a knock on the door, and a big one as well, I thought 'oh my mum must be too drunk to get her key out.' Well as you can guess it was the police......they told me my mum wanted to walk home on her own and some stupid person who was drink driving ran my mum over and drove off. You can probably figure the rest out for yourself......

Before I had to go to the airport to London, I quickly looked through the pictures of me and my mum. We were really close, I was an only child and she was my best friend. I heard the phone ring and it was my so called 'dad', he was saying 'I'm so excited to finally meet you, I'll see you in a while at Gatwick airport.' Before I could say anything he ended the call, I realised I had two and a half hours to pack until I had to got to the airport.

I went upstairs into my bedroom and got two hot pink suitcases out from under my bed. I shoved some clothes, shoes, my curling tongs, some books, my laptop, some pictures of my mum and me, some money and some other general stuff I needed. I quickly straightened my hair and put my straighteners in my suitcase. I got changed into my denim high waisted jeans, a white vest top underneath my cream love jumper and splashed on a couple of layers of foundation, some mascara and some eyeliner and shoved my make up bag into my suitcase. I put my black wedged boots on and quickly grabbed my superdry coat. before I went, I had one quick glance into my mums bedroom and smelt my mums pillow she had slept on. I felt tears running down my cheeks and I looked in the mirror and saw that my mascara was running. I quickly wiped my tears away, put some new mascara on and told m,yself 'don't worry, Keeyle, she'll always be with you wherever you go.'

I went downstairs, grabbed my suitcase and I heard my stomach rumble. Oh shit I had no breakfast, I'd just remembered so I grabbed a bar of dairy milk caramel and got into the taxi that was waiting outside for me. As I got into my taxi and was ddriving to the airport, I realised reality had kicked in and I was so nervous.