Summer in st.tropez

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Skye sat on the floor surrounded by books. The summer had been very dreary so far nothing had happened really but nothing interesting ever did happen in Surrey. It was always just Skye and her mother ,she and her mother did what they did best, fitting in. They were so ordinary no one gave them a second look never guessing the secret they held between them. So everyone was surprised when a Porsche turned up by the door. 

Skye got to the door first almost running from the living room, yet when she got to the door she stopped abruptly, fear contained her unsure of what to do next. Before she could decide her mother grasped the handle and flung the door open. Thee in the door way stood Skye's father holding a singular blue balooon and a bunch of lilies. Skye stepped backwards quickly not knowing where she could escape to . They stood in awkward silence for a few seconds before her mother inviting him in. Skye hadn't seen her father in years well not since her sixth birthday but that was eight years ago, he seemed the same , still a young man whom had made Skye through a one night stand.  Nothing had changed since then, although a few grey hairs had been added to his head. 

Skye's emotions were fighting against her, should she be mad at her father for leaving her or rush in to his arms like nothing had happened! Instead of continuing the fight with her emotions she quietly stepped into the kitchen and made a cup of tea. After a second of awkward silence she sat down at the table between her father and mother. The first person to speak was her mother "so nick what are you doing here?". Nicks eyes turned to the table with a unsure glance towards Skye's mother "well I was wondering if I could take Skye on holiday with me this summer, it wouldn't be for too long only three weeks", Skye's mother face turned pale in shock, "you take care of Skye? Why are you so interested in her now, where have you been for the last fourteen years?". Skye slowly decided to leave the room, she was feeling rather sick from her parents heated discussion.

Why did she have to be stuck in the middle of this, she loved her mum but here was the chance to go on a extravagant holiday with her famous father off to some exotic place. Surely her mum wouldn't let her go, something inside Skye was telling her to go with her dad, it could be the last time she would see him for ten years. As she entered Skye's room she felt her stomach churn, how could she decide between her parents. She stayed in her room for what seemed like hours until her mum came and knocked on her door. "Darling you can go with your dad if you want to but do what you want to don't worry,you don't have to stay with me I'll be fine".

It took Skye weeks to decide what to do but eventually she decided to go with her dad. The time passed so quickly and when it got to the day Skye was to leave her mum. The drive to the airport was long and strenuous but when they arrived at Heathrow airport there were lots of paparazzi. As her mum pulled in to the busy car park the car was surrounded by news reporters. Skyes stomach sank into her feet, they knew who she was, someone had told them and Skye was sure that she knew who. Her dad hadn't been doing to good in the charts lately, would he have told the news reporters about her just to get more popular. Surely he wouldn't do that, would he?

As Skye walked into the airport the first thing that she saw was her father smiling from the other side of the terminal, he was wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt showing off his abs. Any women would swoon over him but to Skye he was just her lame dad whom used her to get attention from the media. The terminal was clearly empty other than a few reporters, "why did this have to happen every time she saw him?",thought Skye.

As Skye walked over she could feel the cameras flashing on her back, her old case was dragging behind her each step of the way making horrible sounds. The paparazzi followed them all the way through the terminal and on to the plane. Of course her dad hadn't got any old plane, he had hired a private jet." Why did he have to make such a big deal of this?" Skye thought . The plane journey was long and tedious. When the finally touched down in Nice Skye was feeling rather travel sick so rushed off to the loos immediatly.