chapter one:
"this is Reilly; signing off." I said, using my signature salute.
I smiled to myself. I started my YouTube channel almost six months ago after many years of debating, and I'm really glad I did.
I turned off the lights and plugged my camera into my laptop to save.
I begrudgingly began preparing for school. it's my senior year so I only have afternoon classes, yet it is school nonetheless.
I put on my Spotify playlist "dance party" and began hopping around to the catchy tunes as I straightened my unruly curly hair.
it's taken me a long time to come to terms with, but I'm relatively happy with who I am as a person, despite the way I'm treated at school. I don't exactly fit in, I never really have. When I began my YouTube channel, the things people said got worse, but I try not to let it get me down.
I shut down my camera and laptop and got dressed.
I threw on some light ripped jeans and a deep green jumper and smiled at myself. I really love fall.
I put my headphones on and caught the bus to school.
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several hours later, I was heading home when I got a call from my dad, who I rarely speak to since I moved out.
"dad? hey, what's up?" I asked, sort of alarmed by his unexpected call.
"Reilly, it's... it's your uncle. he's sick. Your cousins have asked us to come home for a few weeks, he might not make it. things aren't looking so well, and..." he trailed off.
hot tears stung my eyes. My uncle, Graham Sugg and i have been close since I was just a little girl. it was really hard on me to move away from him and Zoe and Joe when my dad got a job in Canada. and now... he's sick.
my mind was running a million miles an hour. I should've visited home more. called more, sent more letters..
"Reilly?" dad whispered
"sorry.. okay. when do we leave?" I mumbled
"I've booked you a flight to the Edmonton airport, from your local airport where we'll meet and catch our flight to London. your plane leaves at 7:30 pm and arrives here at 9:00 pm and our flight to London leaves at 11:00 pm." he explained.
"7:30 tonight?" I exclaimed, checking my watch. 5:28 pm.
"yes tonight."
i hung up and began packing frantically, remembering that it was cold in London this time of year. I filmed and uploaded a short video explaining why I might not do a themed video each week, but instead I'd do some daily vlogs on my extrareilly channel that I'd plan to make on the plane.
gathering all my things, I called a cab and was on my way to the airport.
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"Reilly, wake up." my dad nudged me. I lifted my head off his shoulder and rubbed my eyes.
"we're landing." I looked out the window at the city lights burning in the early morning sky. The sun was a deep red, just peaking up among the horizon.
we grabbed our bags and wandered into the airport. my phone buzzed, finally regaining service.
from: Joe Sugg
couldn't make it to the airport, sorry cuz. sent my friend,he has a sign. see you soon! xx
I read it aloud to my dad, and we looked around at the signs, and my heart stopped when I saw who was holding the poster paper.
"hi!" my dad said, extending his hand. "I'm Oliver sugg. this is my daughter, Reilly."
"hey, I'm Caspar Lee."
