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A/N Hey! It's Lydiaaaaa:D I'm trying out a new story that I hope you lovely lot will enjoy! Thanks so much for reading, Rate and Reviewwww?:D



Katie's POV:


“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Mum asks as I watch her potter around. I sigh.

“Yes, Mum. I’m sixteen, I’ll be fine.” She’s been nagging me since she broke the news. ‘Are you going to be sensible?’ ‘Are you sure you don’t mind?’ this that and the other for the past three weeks.

“I’m so excited! New Jersey has the best units for physiotherapists to work! I’ll phone you every other day and I’ve left all the money you’ll need in the jar on top of the fridge. Please be responsible, and Gerard will be here at about midday today.” Mum rushes out the last part about Gerard, raking her hand through her long, chestnut hair. Okay, now I’m totally confused.

“Wait, what? Who’s Gerard?” I eye my mother suspiciously as she gathers her bags and the phone she doesn’t even know how to work. She suddenly looks really guilty. “Mum...What’s going on...?”

“Okay, well... Sweetie I know I should have told you this ...a lot earlier, but I’ve sort of been in touch with my old childhood best friend Donna. Well... Her and Donald recently had a bad divorce so..uh.. she’s the new neighbour.” She rushes out that last part too. Sneaky cow.

I knew there were new neighbours across the street, but I’ve never bothered to make an effort to meet them during the two weeks that they’ve lived there. I haven’t even seen anyone around that house, anyway.

“Yeah... so what? That has nothing to do with anything. You still haven’t told me who Gerard is.” I stand with my hand on my hip in my favourite Barbie pyjamas, I probably look so stupid right now but I don’t care. Mum’s been hiding something from me.

“Well, Donna has two sons; Mikey’s your age and Gerard’s nineteen.” I nod, encouraging Mum to continue with her ‘confession’. “So... Donna and I were talking about my trip to New Jersey and she said that’s where she used to live with Donald and the boys. Then she told me that due to the divorce, she moved over here, to London, with Mikey and Gerard.”

“Mum, where are you going with this story?” I’m seriously not bothered about her old best friend. My Mum is going to leave me for ten whole months to work as a physiotherapist for an old, very rich patient. It’s not like we’re in desperate need of the money, but I know that Mum loves her job and this case is very well paid.

“Okay, well seeing as I’m a little nervous about leaving you by yourself, Donna uh- Donna offered for you to live with her and the boys ‘til I get back. You’ll love them I’m sure!” My jaw drops and my Mum is playing the ‘over-enthusiastic happy madwoman’ act. She looks like an idiot.

“I don’t need to be babysat. I’m sixteen. Not five. I’m not living with them.” I say defiantly, crossing my arms to emphasise my point.

“Yes, you are. They’ve been good enough to take you in bear in mind Donna’s never met you properly. Now go upstairs and get dressed, or arrive in your Barbie pyjamas.” Mum snickers, collecting her luggage. Pft. I’m not getting out of these Barbie babies. “Gerard will come and collect you, bring your bags and toiletries. You’ll be fine. I love you so much and I have to leave,” Mum checks the time. “Now.”

“You’ll have so much fun Mum. I love you too; just have a safe flight yeah?” We hug, we kiss and Mum finally runs out of the door, about ten minutes late.

So here I am, a sixteen year old about to live in some random family’s house for ten months. Wish me luck. I’ll bloody well need it.