I know I'm still writing T.I but I had to post this, I got really into it.

If you're reading this, make sure you've read Mitchie's Unrevealed before or it won't make sense to you.

Katie's POV

I rolled over, groaning. Somebody was pounding on my bedroom door.

"Katie, get up now or I'm coming in there!" said a familiar voice. I groaned and didn't bother to respond. "Katie!" My Mum shouted.

"Go away," I mumbled into my pillow. I heard the door bang open and my Mum stormed in, glaring at me.

"Katie Chloe Torres get up this second!" she growled.

"Oh Mum! The full name, how could you?" I asked sarcastically, sitting up anyway. "Remind me again why you're waking me up at," I glanced at my alarm clock. "Eight in the morning on the first day of summer?"

My Mum sighed and shook her head. She knew that I knew perfectly well why.

"Katie, you are coming to England with me whether you like it or not," I shrugged.

"You can't force me Mum."

"Katie, you're fifteen, I'm still in charge of you. We are visiting Uncle Jason and Aunt Chloe this week and you haven't seen them since you were four so you are coming."

"Fine, whatever," I sighed, giving up. My suitcases were already packed anyway, I knew I never had a prayer of winning this arguement.

Just a quick explanation here- Uncle Jason is not my real Uncle. Chloe isn't my real aunt either.

When my Mum managed to get pregnant with me at the age of seventeen, she ran away to England and became friends with a girl called Chloe. My Mum, Mitchie, moved in with Chloe and a few months later Chloe met Jason Grey. Yes, the Jason Gray from Connect 3. Not that even that means anything any more. Connect 3 are just some old band that kids listem to occasionally in the car.

My Mum knows Jason Grey and Nate Grey and I know them too. I see Nate and his wife Caitlyn a lot because they live close by and have a little eight year old daughter called Millie. I know Jason and Chloe have a two year old son called Luke but I've never met him. It's been elevn years since I saw them.

So what about Shane Grey, you ask? The lead singer of the band of brothers? The one famous for being a jerk? Well that's what about him. My Mum hasn't seen him since before I was born, when he had a huge falling out with the family. Ever since then he's been off in his jerk world pursuing a solo career. He checks in with Nate and Caitlyn about once every two years but I've never met him.

For all I know, Shane Grey could be my Dad. I find that slightly hilarious and slightly repulsive. I don't know who my Dad is and nobody will tell me. Mum always tells me he left when he found out she was pregnant with me. I feel bad then and stop asking because I don't want her to get all emotional.

Anyway, here I was trying to convince my Mum not to make me go to England, even though I knew I was going to end up going anyway. I had never won a serious argument with Mum. When she really got angry her temper took over so I gave up to save myself.

It's not too bad. I'm spending two weeks living in a little apartment with my Mum and two people I have barely met before. Sure, I talk to them over the internet sometimes, even via web cam, but I haven't actually met them for eleven years. I can't wait to meet my 'cousin' Luke. He sounds too cute to be true with blonde hair and blue eyes.

There's another thing- my hair is dark black and curly and my eyes are dark brown. My Mum has deadly straight brown hair and her eyes are a lighter shade of brown than mine. I guess I get all of my appearance from my Dad, whoever he is.

By eleven, we were on the plane. We had made it through the airport without any disasters and we were now sitting on comfortable first class seats. I knew for a fact that my Mum preferred normal chairs but Jason was paying and for this I was eternally grateful. It gave me space to relax and lie back. This was my first time on a plane and I was slightly nervous.

The plane took off and as we flew through the clouds my ears popped.

"Ow!" I complained liudly, earning a dirty look from the woman next to me who was attempting to sleep.

"Did your ears go?" Mum asked me. I nodded and she handed me a sweet. "Suck it it'll help," I did as she said and soon my ears were back to normal. I swallowed the sweet then and plugged my headphones in to watch whatever movie was on. I wasn't paying any attention, I was half asleep.

I dreamt of my 'family'. I remembered Chloe from all of the pictures, a kind English woman with a sense of humour. The blonde hair she had worn so short when she knew my Mum now hung down to her waist, long and straight. She had a huge heart and every time I spoke to her she treated me like her own daugter, a grown up. Jason, her husband, was rich and world famous but he was also quite brainless. Not brainless, that sounds mean, but he sometimes got distracted by birds and other things. Nothing distracted him from Chloe, they were the perfect couple.

I remembered the last time I had seen Luke. It was a photo from his second birthday, sitting on a rug surrounded by wrapping paper, laughing and clapping his hands. On his head was a little paper hat. Chloe and Jason had the perfect little family and I envied them. They were all together and had no secrets. I began to imagine my own father, a faceless stranger with black curly hair. He would stride up one day and my Mum would scream and hug him and we would be a happy family.

"Katie! Wake up!" Somebody shook my shoulder and I woke up, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the dull light. "We're landing soon and I thought you might like to watch," my Mum said. I glanced at her and saw the way her eyes were wide with excitement. There was something else there too though. She was going to visit one of her best friends and she almost looked scared.

"Thanks Mum," I said, pretending I hadn't noticed the huge bags under her eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing shortly. Please fasten you seatbelts," said a womans voice. I had never unfastened mine so I just say in my window seat, watching as we drifted through the clouds and I got my first glance of England.

I know England is not nearly as big as the US but looking down on it, I found that hard to believe. All that I could see, stretching endlessley in all directions was a grey mass of buildings. In the distance there was the green haze of fields and trees, but below me was just a city.

It was Southampton, the famous waterfront city. Jason and Chloe still lived in the same apartment my Mum had lived in all those years ago. My Mum never shut up about the glass wall and although I pretended otherwise, I was curious to see it. If it was half of what I expected then it was going to be one of the most stupendous sights of my life.

The plane landed smoothly in the airport and soon we were standing outside the huge building in the fog. It was about six in the morning and I was insanely grateful that I had had the sense to bring a jumper in my hand luggage. I pulled it on over my little top, regretting choosing my shorts. This was England, wasn't it always cold here?

Mu Mum, on the other hand, didn't look cold at all. She was wearing a skirt, not a really short teenage skirt but not a long grown up one either. Her top was tight and had no sleeves but she didn't even have goosebumps as she chattered on the phone.

"No, Chloe don't worry! We'll be fine!" She paused, looking around. "Standing outside Starbucks... Okay, see you soon." She hung up the phone and looked at me, grinning wider than I had seen in a long time.

"Jason should be here in about ten minutes," She told me. I nodded to hide the fact my teeth were chattering and then sat down on top of my huge black suitcase.

Exactly ten minutes later, a car pulled up in front of us. It was a sleek black car, don't ask what model because I don't know. My Mum squealed as the door opened and flung herself at Jason.

"Mitchie!" he said loudly, engulfing her in a hug. Several people turned to look and gasped as they saw a rock legend standing feet away from them.

I watched as they spoke quietly, trying to catch the hurried words.

"Doesn't know... Be careful... Let is slip..." was all I could understand from my Mum's whispers. Jason nodded seriously and then turned to face me where I still sat on my suitcase.

"Katie!" he said, opening his arms. I couldn't help but run up and give him a hug. He was so huggable. "Hey Uncle Jason!" I said.

"Katie, you're so big! I haven't seen you since you were this tall!" he held his hand to about waist height and I laughed.

"I haven't been that short for a long time, Uncle Jase." I reminded him. I was up to his shoulder now.

"No, you grew up to fast. It's all fine for Nate to see you but you never visit us! Now come on, get in. If I don't get you home quickly then Chloe is going to kill me. Never upset a pregnant woman, I've made that mistake before." My Mum gasped.

"Jason, you never told me she was pregnant again! Oh my gosh, nobody tells me anything any more!" She folded her arms in a pretend sulk and Jason bent down to whisper in my ear.

"Can you put the suitcases in the boot if I tickle her?" I giggled and nodded, grabbing the handles of the heavy cases as Jason walked up to Mum.

"Cheer up Mitch!" he said. I ducked around the back of the car as I heard the shriek of laughter indicating Jason had done his job.

It took us about half an hour to drive across the city. I sat in the back seat as Mum and Jase sat in the front, talking about Chloe, Luke and the baby. I didn't want to hear about this perfect family, they just made me jealous. Why did the closest people I had to relatives, excluding my grandparents Connie and Steve, have such perfect lives when I didn't? I was the only child of a single mother, a mother who had got pregnant at seventeen.

The car finally stopped in a carpark at the bottom of an apartment building. I looked up the only side I could see but there didn't seem to be any glass, let alone a whole glass wall. Mum and Jason climbed out and Jason went to grab the suitcases and Mum turned to look at me.

"Katie, listen to me. This is important. Chloe is four months pregnant and quite irritable right now. Don't wind her up, behave yourself and set a good example to Luke. I know you're not tired but it is seven in the morning here and Chloe has been up since half four getting ready for us. Jason says you might have to crash on the couch but if you don't want to he has a camp bed he is prepared to build." Jason slammed the boot shut and came back around with the suitcases.

"Ready?" he asked us. My Mum didn't bother to answer, she just sprinted into the building. I rolled my eyes and followed after her more slowly. Jason came last, dragging our suitcases.

"What's in these?" he teased as we climbed into the lift. "Did you pack for a fortnight or a year?" Mum slapped him playfully as the doors slid closed.

"I never really used the lifts before," she said, looking around. "I usually just took the stairs. It was my daily workout." Jason nodded.

"Chloe told me about that. She still uses the stairs most the time," Mum laughed.

"She would. Do you know if the others are coming over any time?" I had no idea who the others were but I guessed they were friends.

"I'm not sure," Jason said, not meeting my Mum's eye.

There was a loud ping and the doors slid open. We stepped through one of only three doors. One was the stairs and the other two were apartments.

The apartment we walked into was exactly like Mum has described it. The walls were pure white and the carpet was soft and fluffy, like walking on clouds. There was a comfortable looking black sofa in the middle of the room in front of a huge TV. The kitchen was black and white and something was bubbling away in a pot that smelled delicious. The dining table was glass and had six high backed, black chairs around it.

The wall to my left was indeed pure glass. Well not quite, there was window frames to hold it up, but the sight was beautiful. The city was bathed in early morning sunglight and everything looked warm and welcoming. The mist was beginning to lift and I could make out the high street down below, already busy with people heading to work.

I barely noticed these things as I looke around, all of my attention was on the woman standing in the middle of the room.

Chloe looked just like she had in the pictures fifteen years ago, if not prettier. Her blonde hair was swept up in a messy yet elegant bun and her discreet makeup highlighted her eyes. She looked to be one of the most loving people I knew as she stood there with her swollen belly and a cute little boy on her waist.

"Mitchie!" she squealed, running towards my Mum. Mum screamed and met Chloe half way across the room. Chloe gave her an awkward one armed hug around Luke and they started talking over the top of each other.

"How are you?"

"You look great!"

"Wow I've missed you!"

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" That was from my Mum, of course. It was easy to tell the difference. Chloe was the first genuine English person I had ever listened to and I realised just how wrong disney had it. They made the british sound so posh, which they did, but they sounded so fake on TV. Chloe sounded genuinley nice, not posh, just nice.

"I thought you knew," she was saying.

"Well I'm not phsycic and nobody told me so no, I didn't!"

"I'm so sorry," Luke wriggled in her arms. "Luke, meet Auntie Mitchie," Chloe held out my 'cousin' for Mum to take and he giggled happily as my Mum held him. Chloe then turned to me.

"Katie?" I nodded as she scurried forwards. "Well haven't you grown! You look just like your Dad!"

I don't know how long it is because I wrote it on my phone in the car which means there's probably a lot of typos because I don't have a spell checker. I know you're all wondering what happened to Shane but I don't know. Well I do but you'll have to wait and see.

Tell me what you think,

~Spwarkle