His Leprechaun And Her Pommy

chapter 1: Ireland to London

"Victoria, get up now! We are going to be late for our flight!" my mother yells from the bottom of the stairs. You see i am Irish, got the accent, looks and even the attitude of an Irishman. I was born and raised in Dublin, the best place in the world, I had friends, family, a boyfriend and I was happy, then my mother goes on a dating website, finds some yobbo that lives in England and she decides to move my brother, Dan, and I all the way to England.
"Victoria get out of bed, mah mah mah." I mimicked my mother as I rolled out of bed and into the shower. I was definitely not a morning person and it was 4:00 am somewhere in the world, sure it might be 7:00 in Ireland, but still, 4:00 somewhere. I washed my long pitch black hair and washed my body with my favourite soap, which smelt like citrus and happiness. I jumped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around my slender body. I brushed my teeth and threw on the only clothes I had left in my cupboard, which were my black ripped jeans, combat boots, checked flannel and white tank top, I let my hair dry naturally, once I had brushed it, and it went into its natural wave. I walked out of my room and saw that Dan was helping mom with breakfast.
"Good morning, sleepy head, how are ya this very fine and disgusting mornin? " Dan asked getting a smack on the arm from my mom and a smile from me. Dan is the best brother ever, he always makes me laugh bo matter how horrible my day might have been.
"Good mornin Dan." I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Ahh, dearie don't forget to say good mornin to our charming mother." Dan said and I rolled my eyes and laughed. My mom was a really nice woman, she wasn't bad, but when she was under pressure she reminded me of an ork from Lord of the rings.
"Good mornin evil witch." I said and she glared at me. Dan and I laughed at her and Dan dished up breakfast, which consisted of eggs, bacon, potato(because we can) and loads of coffee.
"Alright i hope ya two know that as soon as we arrive in London, things are goin ta chenge. Ya gonna have to pull ya socks erp, ok? I ned you ta Co-operate with meh please." My mother's accent is tge thickest since she was born and raised where they spoke gaelik. My dad was British so we don't really have such a strong accent, but strong enough to know that we are Irish. I have no idea why my mother seems to like the British men, this is the second and we are actually moving countries to meet him...and she met him over the Internet. I mean what is this, Romeo and Juliet?
When it was time to board the plane I saw my boyfriend, Jake waiting for me with flowers, I smiled and ran up to him and hugged him, I'm not much of a cryer so I didn't, as much as I tried to make myself cry for his sake the tears wouldn't fall.
"Imma miss ya baby girl." He said sniffing me like a dog. It was weird and I never did love him that way and I think we both knew it.
"I'll miss ya too, be good and keep and eye on her for me." I said pointing to my shaking best friend. He nodded and I rushed towards my best friend, engulfing her in a huge hug. She held on so tight I was afraid her bones would snap.
"Oh God, the time is here." She sobbed and I nodded, feeling a pang in my heart at the sight of my best friends pain. Stupid tears come now! But they wouldn't budge.
"I know your not a cryer, Ria, don't force them I know you're hurting too." She said and I nodded at her gratefully. She was the second person in the world who understood me and my strange inhuman ways. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked at my brother who held sympathy in his green eyes. I hugged my best friend one more time and left.
In all 20 years of my life, I have never had to do something that hard.
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