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Grace's POV

"No no no mom.. Why are you re-marrying?" I would so love to hear the answer to this. My real dad was my dad. I loved him with all my heart. And I thought she did too but apparently one year is long enough to: Meet a guy at a coffee shop (that same exact one she met real dad at), get his number, bring him to meet me, date for a year, and BOOM get engaged. It annoys the heck out of me that she could do this. "Sweetie he's really nice an loves us. plus he has two kids. You'll have. Brother and sister." She smiles gracefully. "Plus we get to move to London." "what..." I whispered. "London honey were-" "I need to go run." I always go running when I'm stressed. I run about 3 miles. I clear my mind and I am so thankful I graduated already. I don't have to make new friends. I started thinking. The only reason we are moving is because the man; David, my mom met was on a trip visiting Disney land. Lovely he travels. Then my mind traveled to having an actual brother, fighting over careless things, being annoying, him being protective. Then having a sister. Fighting over who are the hottest bands/singers, make up, clothes, and taking cute sister selfies. I smiled to myself. Maybe moving won't be that bad. When I made it back to the house I went straight to my mom. She was where I left her 30 minutes ago, rubbing her temples. "Look mom I'm really sorry I just needed some time to think and I think it would be pretty cool to have a brother and sister." I saw her green eyes light up instantly. She engulfed me in a hug. "Now go get your large suit case pack it and laptop bag ect.. everything else will be shipped to us."she gave me a shove to the stairs. "Love you to mom."

I shoved any cute clothing I could find. And don't forget the hair products. It took me like an hour to get all this shoved in my suitcase. Tomorrow I leave America for the U.K. I switch on my radio and LWWY comes on. AH One Direction. My all time favorite boy band. Boo yeah!!!! I laid down for a while and soon fell asleep.

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"Honey come on we have to catch our flight. Get ready." My mom kissed my forehead. I lazyly roll out of bed and crawl to my bathroom and finally get up. I shut my shower curtain and turn the knob to hot. I undress and hop in, letting the water soak me while I wake up. Once my hair is finally soaked I wash it, then my body. I turn the water off, sliding my curtain open and hopping out grabbing a towel. I wrap the fuzzy thing around my body and stroll out into my room. I grab my under garments and slip them on. I grab my out fit I laid out last night. My personal favorite American flag baggy tank top, faded short shorts with a star converse. I braid my hair into a side braid. I grab my suitcase and turn off my lights. "Good bye room." I whisper and shut the door.

After getting my suitcase down the stairs I walked outside and put it in the trunk. I hopped it in the passenger seat while she locked the door. Once she was in the car she started it up and turned to look at me "ready honey?" "ready as I'll ever be." I breathed out.