It happened whilst Alfie was away for work, in the middle of the night. There was this huge crash. "Zoe?" I called from my bed, rubbing my eyes. There wasn't an answer so I freaked out. Zoe always answered me. "ZOE!" I called. I jumped up, and Connor was up too. It was the night before he left to go home. We rushed to where we heard the crashing noise. The other staircase was dark, we turned on the light and there was Zoe. She was unconscious. She had tripped over Nala, at least that's what she said when she woke up. It had been two days of endless waiting in the uncomfortable hospital chairs, and now I was back at home packing up my suitcase.
I was going to live with Joe for a while.
Zoe didn't say how long, just until she got better. Even when Alfie got back I wouldn't be going home. The last thing I wanted to do was live in London for god knows how long. I'm packing the last of my stuff in my bags now and I hear Joe call asking if I'm ready. "Almost!" I shout back. I have always hated London. When we went on day trips with the group home I tried to stay in a cafe the whole day. I hated big busy cities or traveling in general. I hated Oxford and now I was going to hate London for two months at minimum. The only good thing about London is Caspar and Joe. I lug my stuff down to Joes car and hop into the front seat groaning. Nala is at a kennel until Alf returns, poor Nala. "Set?"
"Set." I say.
All I can do is wait to go home.
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Fanfiction(Set in 2014.) It can't be easy to live in a foster home when you are shy and introverted like Grace Beckett. Her mother died on a business trip and her father became an alcoholic. But what happens when the one and only Zoe Sugg and her boyfriend Al...
