So, I guess it all started 2 days ago back in England. I was sat in the living room, lounging around as usual when this familiar droning entered my ears. Or should I say grated my ears, yes, my mother's voice tended to do that.

"That's it Frankie, I'm sending you away!"

I probably should have given some sort of response to her, I don't know, I could have nodded my head, shrugged my shoulders – anything. I actually sniggered under my breath at her dramatic statement well; I thought it had been under my breath, man, I was wrong. Of course, I had heard this statement well over fifty times (no exaggeration) over the past month but my mother had always been all talk. All bark, no bite, you know?

"I don't know what's so funny, I'm being serious this time" I tried not to smile at how many times I'd heard that as well.

"Okay mother dearest. Where am I being sent this time?" Let's play along.

"You're going to stay with your cousin in America for a year"

"You're sending me to stay with Nattie?!" Wow, I was taking this acting thing pretty serious.

"Yes and don't worry I've packed all of your bags ready for you to go tomorrow"

Woah okay. So this never happened – she always talked of sending me away but never actually moved forward as in to pack my clothes. Maybe this was a new strategy.

"Mum, Nattie is constantly on the road…there is no chance in hell I'll be aloud to travel around with her, its her fucking job!"

"Language! It's all been talked about; everything's sorted for you. Don't believe me message Nattie yourself!"

"Mum" I tried to calm down, she was starting to scare me a little, "I'm 19 years old – an adult – I don't have to go anywhere"

"You're technically not an adult until you're 21 besides, honey, what do you have to lose from going away? I think this could be really good for you and I think you need a little good in your life after what happened with L-"

"Mum, don't say it! Okay, okay I see where you're coming from. I guess I'll give America a chance for you. If I hate it though-"

"You'll be on the next flight home. Yes, I know, I am your mother after all"

I still didn't believe she'd send me away until I saw the suitcases and my almost vacant wardrobe. Sure, I'd been bad in the past – I've never really been what people call a 'good girl' – but I'd done nothing out of the ordinary this past month. She'll come to her senses before I go; she's not crazy after all.

Guess what? Yeah, I lied. My mother is bat shit crazy. It's been 2 days since she basically kicked me out of the house and still no 'coming back to her senses' has taken place yet. So here I am, travelling in a limo with my practically perfect cousin back to wherever she will be performing tonight. Yes, you heard me right by the way – I am in a fucking limo. Honestly, I feel like Mia from the princess diaries right now, well before she gets used to being a princess and all that. We even have the fancy driver who opens the doors for us and everything. All in all, this is a bit much for me – I've only just started getting used to air-conditioning on the bus back home. Breathe, Frankie, breathe.

"You okay, Frankie?"

I looked up into the eyes of my beautiful cousin. Beautiful is sort of an understatement on describing her, she was also incredibly strong and had the most perfect abs. If she weren't my cousin I'd hate her. Fuck that, I hate her. Stupid beautiful creature.

"Yeah, I'm real peachy"

"Come on Frankie! You're going to love it travelling around with me, meeting everyone, I've been so excited about this!"

I suppose I could try and be enthusiastic about the whole thing I mean, I'm here sulking about home when I'm in bloody America, a place I haven't been since I was around 2 years old when I didn't give a shit about anything except probably sleeping. Yep, something's never change.

I sighed and put a smile on my face.

"Honestly Nattie, I'm really happy to see you face to face past my laptop screen and I do believe it'll be fun hanging with you I'm just a little worried about meeting the others"

Let me explain. Nattie is a WWE superstar or a 'diva' so I will be constantly travelling around with her to different venues throughout America and other places which, don't get me wrong, excites the hell out of me but it also worries me that I'll be meeting so many new people. I've grown up watching WWE – Smackdown, Raw, NXT Etc. but there's a major difference between watching on the TV and actually interacting face to face with people. I've never met anyone famous before so I hope I don't make a massive knob out of myself.

"Fran, you'll be fine – everyone practically already knows you anyway from how much I've been talking about you! Anyway, we're here"

That quick? Wow.

"Where is 'here' exactly Nat?"

"At the hotel, near the arena silly! We're gonna check in before driving to the arena for tonight's show!"

"Holy shit, I forgot tonight is Monday night Raw!"

She giggled before pulling me into the hotel. My jaw dropped as I took in my surroundings. This hands down beat all of the hotels back home – there was a fucking water fountain right in the middle! I resisted the urge to go and dive in, if I was on my own I probably would have done just for a laugh but I was with Nattie and I didn't want to embarrass her.

"Stay here, okay? I'll go check us in"

I nodded as I watched her flounce off to the reception, greeting people as she went. It must be nice to be so popular amongst people; I'd never had such luck, as I wasn't much of a people person. Yep, I tended to bathe in my solitude.

After around 2 minutes of standing around I decided to go on a walk, what? I get bored easily. I delved further into the reception area and found a basically empty coffee shop, perfect.

"Hey, I'll have a large Latte please"

"You mean a venti?" he smirked

"No, I mean large"

"Yes, venti is large"

"Well, you knew exactly what I meant then so the past.." I looked at my watch "2 minutes of interaction with you has been a complete fucking waste of my time, so please, stop being such a smug bastard and get me my LARGE latte" I practically growled at him and smirked back as I watched him rush around to get my coffee. That, my friends, is why I'm not a people person. Stupid people.

I gave him the money as he wordlessly handed me my latte, which I was grateful for. I turned to go find Nattie when someone walked smack bang into me, resulting in my piping hot latte, which I had worked so hard to get, spilling all the way down my white top. Stupid people! I looked up into a warm pair of brown eyes and narrowed my own green eyes

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"