Anne, from Denmark, was on for a summer vacation at her dad's house in London. Being reunited with his dad who had gone away from home when she was six and remarried to a woman whom she had never met. Apparently, a summer vacation she never wished to spend - meeting his dad's second family.
Carry on with the twists that were unleashed and packed in a six-page fan fiction story that showcases love, trust, and chances on their different aspects.
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"Anne! You can't be late for your flight. Hurry!" mum called out from the living room. I seriously cannot believe and absorb the fact that I am leaving Denmark with just my yearolder-than-me-brother, Marcus. I ran to our living room and saw my brother standing and waiting for me, ready and dressed in a grand manner.
"I can't believe this is happening." I hugged my mum, very tight. I'm gonna miss her so much even it's just for the whole vacation. She was the only one who raised us, alone. Our not so beloved dad went away from home, from us, when I was just six. And now, I seriously cannot believe I'm coming to West Hillingdon. I can't believe it. I was born there but I was never been there. There were just times that you thought you belong to this time but you actually did not.
The actual flight took us two hours. It wasn't really long but it bored me, totally. When we got there my brother was extremely excited about things, while I wasn't. I just normally hugged my dad and said hi.
"You guys have grown so much!" he said. Well yes, the last time I saw him- I was still six.
"What would you expect?" I asked, Marcus stared at me as if he was telling me to shut my mouth.
"Long flight?" dad asked, seeming to change the topic.
"It was alright."
We travelled to the house of my dad in West Hillingdon. Marcus and dad just talked in the car, and they really reserved lots of stories but I did not care.
"How about you?" dad asked, asking about how my love life went.
"Nej." I shook my head.
"She meant no." Marcus explained and translated. "Apparently, she just broke up with her boyfriend last last month."
"kaeft." asking him to shut his mouth up. "I have no time and I guess what they say are true, guys are all the same. They can't be contented with one girl." I glanced at my dad.
"Anne." Marcus said in a loud voice. Dad went away from home when I was six, then we knew dad had another woman, another family. I have one half brother to be exact and straight to the point. And, after going away from home and after getting divorced, he married that woman, that other woman. And what's worse? that one half brother is of the same age as mine. I haven't met that brother, and I can't blame him for being my half brother. Truth really bangs and hurts.
"You're just , Anne. You will meet a lot of better guys." when dad said that as if he was on a just side, I just didn't answer.
We arrived on dad's house, and his family welcomed us nicely. I couldn't act rude to people who treat me nicely.
"Hi, how are you guys doing?" asked dad's second wife with hospitality. "Sorry, I forgot. I'm Maura, your um, like... second mum?"
"Hi." just said "we're fine." Marcus did some talking and I just looked into my half brother.
"You look so familiar." I said to him.
"Really?" he was surprised and giggled. "Well, I'm Niall."
