"But Mum I don’t want to."

"I don’t care what you want, you are going and that is final."

"But-"

"No ‘buts’ Daniella. Now go and pack."

"UGGGHHHH" I stomped off to my room and began packing.

You’re probably confused on what’s going on so I’m going to take some time and tell ya. First of all i’m Daniella and I am 16 years old. I live in London with my mom. I have never met my dad and he doesn’t even know I exist. But that’s all going to change because she is sending me off to the states to live with him for awhile.

Now you’re probably thinking ‘But Daniella if he doesn’t know you exist how are you planning to live with him.’ In all honesty, I don’t know. My mother told me she would handle it so I left it. I don’t know why she is sending me though, and trust me I’ve asked several times, but she won’t tell me.

After packing I stayed in my room the rest of the night trying to figure out a way to get my mom to let me stay, but soon gave up knowing she wouldn’t give in. I spent the rest of the night running through all of the things that could happen before finally falling asleep.

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The Next Morning.

I woke up, took shower, and got dressed before dragging myself and suitcase downstairs and going into the kitchen.

"Morning hun."

"Morning Mum." I said with my slight British accent, that my mother adored.

"Are you all packed and ready to go after you eat?" She asked and put a plate of delicious food in front of me.

"Yeah" I said and began shoveling the food in my mouth.

"Good." She laughed.

"So how am I supposed to meet up with my sperm donor?" I asked when I was done eating.

"Why must you call him that?"

"Because it’s funny and I can't call him dad, which I doubt I ever will anyways, because he was never here for me."

"We've been over this before." She said sternly.

"I know, sorry."

"It's okay. I know how you get when you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"Sure you aren't" She laughed. "And yes I have."

"What is it then?" She handed me two envelopes and sat back down. In one envelope was a letter, and in the other was a ticket and backstage pass to a Pierce The Veil show.

"Pierce The Veil? That’s his band right?" I looked up at her.

"Yup" she nodded. "You'll go to the show and give them the letter."

"It can't be that easy."

"Come on you're going to be late for your flight." Is she serious? It can't be that easy. I thought as I grabbed my suitcase and went to the car.

Notes

I have to re-post every goddamn chapter of this stupid story because all I wanted to do was go back and make some changes, and not only would it not let me edit, but the chapter also deleted themselves so yay..... Go ahead and re-read the story because there are multiple changes.