Another Chance

Chapter 1

Quick A/N:

Hello. I just want to say that any picture above I do not own. It is all from twitter. Thank you for choosing my fanfic. There are also multiple charecter's so yeah. But anyway's, I hope you like it. Bye.
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Emily's p.o.v:

"Hey mom, where's my bag?" I ask my mom, while watching her create a doll house.
"I think it's behind the door" I nod and like always, she's right.
I grab it and take out my phone.
"Hey mom, I'm going to Jordans to make a video, 'kay?" I say, grabbing my laptop and cord.
Oh yeah, I have a youtube channel (a/n: true, it's called Emily sexton), and I have almost 2,000 subcribers (a/n: not true lol. I have 19 subs).
She just nods and I leave. My mom was never a fan of my youtube career choice. Well it's like the job I can actually be happy about. It make's me happy knowing people love and watch my video's. I just want to make people smile.

I'm not really planning on going to college anyway's. There's just nothing interesting there. And plus I'm 18 years old, it my choice anyways.

(teleport's to Jordan's house)

I knock on the door and Jordan answers, but not with a happy face.
"What?" He says aggresively, then looking down to see my equipment, "not today, alright?"

I was going to reply, until he slams the door. Making me jump.
I really hope he's okay I know it's none of my buiness but...
I knock on the door again, this time it being his parents.
"Jordan can't hang out."
"What happend?" I ask, nosey as always.
"It's none of your buisness." He then too, slams the door on my face. Rude.
I honestly do not understand what happended, but thats no right to be rude.
I troll down the street on my pennyboard. I hate this world, I wish everyone would just die.
I get to my house, ignore everyone and head to my room. I swear I heard my mom yell my name.
She then enter's the room.She starts to rub my back akwardly.

"Don't even, try i'm not in the mood" I hear someone laugh. I turn around to see two guys infront of me, "Wait... Your D...and your P...." I can't catch my words and trip over them within each second.
"I'm guessing your a huge fan?" Dan says smiling, "Thanks for walking right passed us without a 'Hi' ".
"Dan, we need to hurry" Phil says laughing.
"Right," he clears his throat, "we watch your videos and would love to know if you would like to collab with us."

"uhhh..." Wow nice going Emily, "sure. I mean yeah okay."

Finally the right words, I guess.
They both smile, then noticing what they had just added made my heart stop.
"What?" I say, watching them both laugh.
"We would like to know if you would like to come live with us in London" Phil repeats.
"I don't know. My mom is really protective, yet I've always wanted to go to London," I bit down on my lip and thought. What if they gave my mom some money? That would help. But yet again my mom would say "whatever makes you happy."

"What if we pay her?" Dan adds "Phil loves your videos, and he wants to pretty much adopt you. So what do you say?"

"I say no" just then I turn around to see my mom, "I love my daughter, and don't really wish for her to travel to the U.K."

I sigh. I grab my mom and head out of my bedroom. "excuse me" I tell them.
"So what are you going to tell them? Yes? I'm your mother, and I'm in charge of you."
"Well guess what? It's a free country. And this is a moment of a lifetime.You can't tell me where I can and can't go."
"We honestly wouldn't be having this conversation if you just went to school, and got ready to go to college. But no, you wanted to be some stupid youtuber."
I gasp. Why was I suprised? I already knew that she hated youtube.
"I hate you...." I whisper.
"What?" She asks stepping up to me.
"I said," I breathe in, "that I fucking hate you! Your the worst mother ever and your not supportive! Do you know how important it is to me that I am actually being noticed and loved by people. They don't even know me. You don't give a single FUCK about me!" I admit. She steps closer and raises a hand.

"Go on, do it. Gives me plenty more reason's why your a bitch."
She lowers her hand and scoffs, "you have an hour to pack, then get the hell out of my damn house."
"Gladly."
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