Bloody Hell (Jc Caylen)(Skins: James Cook)

The Beginning

Cook

I am on the plane right now and when it lands in about 4 more hours, my new life will begin. I'm coming all the way from the UK. My  mum thought that it was a great idea to send me to my dad's because she couldn't handle me anymore. Isn't that how everyone deal with their problems? Get rid of it and pretend everything is fine after?

My dad and I haven't spoken in over a decade. I wonder what reaction he or I would have when we see each other for the first time in years.

My dad left us when I was really young. I can't even remember any relationship that he and I had to the point to him leaving.

And unfortunately for me he moved all the way to the fucking West Region of the US. L.A.,California to be exact.

Why there? Why not to London? At least I didn't have to travel that far if I moved there.

I'm finally in L.A.,California. It's way different from Bristol. Tomorrow I start college, or as they call it in America highschool. Bloody hell I hate this.

I saw my dad waiting for me with other people ready to be united with their family or friends. I walked up to him, dragging my luggage behind me and gave him a hug.

Nothing. I felt nothing when I saw him.

"Hi dad." I said almost nervously.

"Hello son. How have you been?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm fine."
That was the end of our conversation. Nice, huh?

I put my stuff in the back of his car. When I got into the car, awkward silence. He stared driving for.The whole time I was thinking, "should I break the silence?"

"People drive on the right here? It's so confusing." He didn't say anything thing.

So much for that.

When we got to his flat, I went straight into the extra bedroom my dad had and laid my stuff on the floor.

I told my dad that I was going out, to...look around. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I just had to get out of here. I really hate my dad for leaving me with that perfetic low life that I call my mother.

It was now 12am. I didn't find anything interesting, so I think I'm going to go to what now is my home.

When I got back to the flat, my dad was already passed out in his bed. I went inside my room, took a shower and got ready for bed.

As I laid in my bed, I thought to myself, "Tomorrow everything is going to change. Well it already has, but it going to be a bigger change and a challenge. I'm so fucking nervous."

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Hi My name's Reana. I hope you guys liked "The Beginning" of "Bloody Hell". Bloody hell is a british slug for those who were wondering. This is a Jc Caylen and James Cook (who is played by Jack O'Connell in the TV series Skins) fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Tell me what you think about the first chapter in the comments.