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Can This Get Better, Or Worse? Chapter 2|| Alex's Point of View: I personally didn't mind moving to England. I had no friends, and I didn't like San Fransisco, much unlike my sister. The kids at school made fun of me. I don't know why, I was into all the same things as them. Well, I didn't stay there long enough to find out. The plane wasn't even half through its flight. The plane still quiet, with only 7 people on it, was quite boring. It was weird listening to nothing when I grew up listening to the city outside my bedroom window. It made me flinch when Kat, who sat in the row in front of me, got up to go to the bathroom. I plugged in my headphones, and started to play a really stupid game on my iPod. Katherynn's POV: I really needed to pee. I drank way too much water on the plane, as the night before. I unbuckled myself and stood up, making Alex flinch behind me. "Sorry," I whisper. I scooted my way to the aisle, and walked to the bathroom in the front of the plane. I walked past the two business men, who were both oddly sitting in the front row, looking at teen magazines, all with the same 5 guys on the covers. I ignored them and walked by. I started humming in the bathroom, very lightly, because I was very bored. But I wanted to stay in here longer, because the sound of the plane engine soothed me, When I was done in the bathroom, I washed my hands, and walked out. The two business men were staring at me. I made eye contact with the one in the aisle seat, and then turned and looked away, and continued back to my seat. After I settled back down, I put on a movie, plugged in my headphones, and watched, eventually falling asleep. ********** The pilot announced that we would be landing in England in 10 minutes. Oh joy. We got off the plane, and in the walkway, it was freezing!! At least below freezing point. I shrugged on my sweatshirt with the Coca-Cola logo on it. Inside it was soft fleece that warned me up immediately. ****** The taxi pulled up to a large Victorian style home. It was a house I've always dreamed of having.......in San Fransisco. There was even a pointed roof on a tower like thing. The new #life begins....now. -------------- Author's Note: This one I made a little shorter. This chapter was like a filler chapter. My friend told me to tag her in everything I write, so here you go Sara! @bloodylover @bloodylover @bloodylover

Can This Get Better, Or Worse? Chapter 1 || Katherynn's Point of View: I woke to my iPhone alarm at 3 'o' clock in the morning. I was on the floor in my green sleeping bag in my empty bedroom. Then the pain and sorrow struck me from what happened a few months ago... *Flashback* "What do you mean, 'We're MOVING'?!" I was so upset I could scream bloody murder. We're moving??? "I mean," my mother continued, "that your father and I aren't very fond of San Fransisco anymore. We've seen everything, we know everything...it's tiring seeing the same things. Don't you agree, Kathy?" My real name was Katherynn, but no one calls me that. If you do, I don't even respond. But it's like saying my full name when my mom calls me Kathy. It means she's trying to talk me into something, or she's angry at me. "Don't call me that." I huffed. There was a silence at the dinner table except for my parents' silverware scraping the plates. "Kathy...-" my mom began. "NO." I said defiantly. "Mom, I have friends here. I have a #life here!! I can't leave it all behind for something more 'exotic'. Do you know how HARD it was to start my #life all over again here? A loooong time, Mom. I will go with you guys, but if I don't like it, I'm coming RIGHT back here to live on my own." I stood, knocking the chair backwards as I stormed out of the dining room and into my bedroom. I plugged in my ear phones to my iPod, and sobbed into my pillow as my playlist played on through the night. *End of Flashback* I went into my en suite bathroom and locked the door behind me. My clothes that I set out yesterday were on the sink; a gray tank top, a pink, low cut tee, my favorite baggy sweatshirt, and my baggy gray sweatpants. It was comfortable enough for a 10 hour flight to London England. I put on a little concealer on my blemishes and a bit of Great Lash mascara, wiping the wand harshly on the opening of the pink bottle. After a quick swipe of lip balm, I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked. "Alex....Kat, please let me in!! I gotta change!!" Alex was my 13 year old little sister. Even though we had a 6 year difference, we are super close. "Alex, you have your own bathroom, use that one!!" I argued. "Yeah, but you have the bigger and better bathroom. Pleeeeeeaaaaaasssseeee??" "Fine....." I grumbled and unlocked the door and opened it a crack. Alex squeezed in with her stick-thin body, and in her arms, she held sweatpants, a long sleeve, and a sweatshirt. "Why are you going to wear a long sleeve?" I ask, I was curious... "Kat? Don't you know? England is much farther north than San Fran. It's going to be freezing, Kat! " Well then. That means I will have to buy a winter jacket, because it just so happens to be the middle of November. "Ugh." I groaned. It came time to brush our teeth. It took long enough. Alex was such a drama queen. She kept telling me to look away, even though we are indeed both girls. We had trouble sharing the sink, which is big enough for 1 person, but mini size for 2. We had to spit at the same time, so we kept sissy hitting each other, foamy bubbles in the corners of our mouths. But Alex couldn't hold it any longer, so she spit her toothpaste bubbles: at me. "EW!! ALEX!!" I screamed. She screamed, and ran out of the bathroom. I decided not to chase her. It was 3:47 in the morning, and I was STILL waking up. I took a wet towel and dabbed my sweatshirt, getting the toothpaste foam off. ************** I took the longest saying my silent goodbyes to the house. I was probably going to miss it the most. My parents already sold it. so we could never ever come back. San Fran was pretty with all the lights at 4am. It took my mind off the fact that we were leaving the place I had spent so hard to love. I eventually did. But now I have to learn to love again; a new place. Maybe a new person too, but I highly doubt that if the surfer guys here weren't my type, guys with British accents wouldn't be either. We boarded the plane. There were only two other people on the plane with us, and they were business people, so we got to get our own rows. The plane took off, and I layer down, plugged in my ear buds, and slept. ----------- Author's Note: Wow this was really long! I spent half the day writing it. Next chapter will be a filler, with some action/drama/interesting parts! Kinda sorry it was so long. This may turn out to become either a One Direction story or just a normal romance story. Comment, Follow, and like!! Comment your opinions on the 1D/normal story thing. Have a nice day!