Silence

Hi everyone, this is the first time I've written properly for Connie. This idea came to me whilst sitting in a RS lesson (probably because I was bored out of my mind) and I decided to write a first chapter. I have got a few ideas as to what I want to happen, but if this is no good then I won't carry it on... Let me know what you think!

Issy xx

Connie looked at the bag on her bed, then her eyes scanned across the room to the pile of clothes lying on the floor next to her wardrobe. There was no way everything would fit in the small bag. She sighed and went downstairs and opened the cupboard under the stairs to look for a bigger bag.

She finally found one and packed it. She was going to visit Grace in America. Recently she had missed Grace so much, it was something she had looked forward to for a very long time. Although her and Sam didn't get on, she wanted to see her baby so much that she didn't care.

She had got time off work for 10 days, Zoe had said she would take charge. Connie was not looking forward to the sight she would probably see when she got back, mountains of paperwork, the clinical lead nowhere to be seen (the porter as well), and the trouble between the two brothers that would probably unfurl whilst she was away. She had asked Dylan if he would take over the lead, but to her disappointment, he had declined. He would've been so much better, the no nonsense sort of guy he was.

Soon the morning dawned (well, you could count it as the morning) and Connie dragged herself out of bed, wincing at the time shown on the bright screen of her phone: 3am.

She got through security at the airport in no time and was soon on the plane. It took off and soon the plane was cruising high above the fluffy clouds below them. Connie settled down to snooze, she had a long flight ahead of her.

Once the plane landed in New York, Connie went through the airport and collected her bag, as she was walking towards the exit, she saw the back of a small dark haired girl, she was looking around, her hands clasped around each other. As she turned around, Connie recognised the girl, it was Grace. They locked eyes and Grace ran over and flung her arms around Connie.

'I've missed you mum.'

'You too darling, now where's your father?' Grace's smile faded and she pointed to a sleek silver Honda parked outside the entrance where the unmistakeable figure of Sam was sitting at the steering wheel, drumming his fingers on the dashboard.

Connie put her arm around Grace's shoulders and led her outside to the car. Here she opened the boot, and dumped her large suitcase inside, muttering a hello to Sam and slipping into the back seat next to Grace who was playing a game on her iPad.

Sam drove off, the car in silence. Connie broke the ice.

'So what have you been up to darling?'

'Not much, I'm starting school next term, well semester.'

'Anywhere near here?'

'No it's a boarding school.' Grace looked down, she hated boarding, but her dad had told her it was essential she went there. She was looking forward to it anyway. It was better than sitting around at home doing nothing. That was what she had been doing for the last few weeks.

Connie frowned, the reason she had sent Grace over was so she could have more attention and not have to go to boarding school.

The car pulled up into the driveway of a large modern house in a suburb just outside the city. Grace and Sam were still not talking, there was something she had missed. Grace was normally bubbly and always causing mischief, now she was silent.