Summertime Bliss~ A Brooklyn Beckam Fanfiction

Chapter Three

With shaky hands, I open the letter and my heart stops....

I let out a shaky, laugh and a big sigh that would make me look crazy from any outsider. But right now I could honestly care less because I'm to busy thinking about my future in England. The letter reads:
Dear January Rose Adams,
We are very pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the 2015-2016 exchange to London, England. This whole process will be done over the internet.  You will stay in a four star hotel for 6 months. You will leave in 3 weeks, on September 13th, and come back on March 29th of 2016. I hope you have your passports and spending money! We will be in touch via email, please check them weekly.

Sincerely,
Principal Inglewood

I can't believe this is ACTUALLY happening. I need to figure out a way to stay in London, and hopefully never come back to this wretched place. That lousy thing who I unfortunately call my father, would probably care less if he ever would see me again. It's not like I have any friends here to be sad about leaving behind. Maybe I could become emancipated! I mean, I am 16 years old and most courts wouldn't agree with a sixteen year old girl living in a house with only two males, one of who has a criminal background.

Before the idea was lost, I ran into my house and sat down my backpack. Thankfully my dad wasn't there. Maybe he actually got a job. Ha. I ran to my room and changed into my nicest business attire. It consisted of a black pencil skirt, light blue button up shirt, and a black blazer. I put on my cross necklace in hopes they would see it and realize how well rounded I have kept myself. I slipped on some blue pumps and grabbed my big purse and a folder. I plopped down on my bed and called the courthouse and asked what has to be done to become emancipated. I had to have proof of my dad not having a job, my grade-card, a print out of my recent drug-test results, and a good reason as to why I should be able to live on my own and make my own choices. I told the nice lady that I have all of the things with me and that I could be at the courthouse at 5:30 to plea my case. She told me I won't need a lawyer for this and if I'm late then I will have to come in on Monday.

We said our good byes and I looked at the clock. 3:30. I ran to my computer and logged into my school website. I printed off my drug test results and my grades. I silently applauded myself as I noticed I have almost all A+'s. I also printed off a paper showing all of the information needed about my job of two years at Starbucks. And just in case, I printed off my bank account information and balance. I had saved almost 50,000$ over the past two years.  Starbucks pays way above minimum wage, fortunately. I would have more, but I have had to supply myself with ANYTHING I need since my dad never would. I neatly place all the documents in my folder and remembered I needed proof of my dad not having a job and being unfit.

I put my wallet, my phone, my car keys, and my folder into my purse, took one last look in the mirror, and headed downstairs to the living room, where all of my dads mail would be. I sifted through the heaps of mail until I finally found a notice of the house being taken by the bank if he doesn't start paying. I grab that and also take the letter that was from his last boss at the car factory saying he was being let go for failing his drug test and never showing up to work. I put those in my folder, go through the mental list in my head, and walk out my front door.
I rummage through my purse and find my keys and put them into the ignition of my white Malibu car. My Beyoncé cd immediately starts blaring through the speakers. I bought this car from a sweet old couple for a very good price the day of my drivers test ironically enough. I don't drive very much in order to save gas and plus, walking is good exercise. But, if this emancipation goes through, then I will probably have to drive a lot more. I back out of the driveway and start heading to my nearest Starbucks to get a breakfast sandwich and a Carmel latte to waken my tired body up. Plus, I get a discount since I work there. After I get my hot beverage and food, I glance at the clock. It reads 4:52. I begin my 25 minute journey to the courthouse with a hopeful future in the distance.

Hey guys!! I'm SO SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated in 6 months. I am such a busy person and tonight I finally got a free moment to do this! I can't believe I have almost 700 views! It's almost surreal that all of these people have read my creation and I thank you all so much for it! Once January or Rose, I will call her both, gets to England, I will start making some chapters Brooklyn's pov. Once again, I am so sorry, and I am going to start updating a lot more!