Hi! This is my first Gone fanfiction. I always thought Diana would come from a kind of problem family, where the parents weren't together, and her mom had been a teenager when Diana was born etc etc...

Anyway, I thought I would write this random fic! I've written the first two chapters already, so when this one's up, hopefully the next one will be too!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gone

Enjoy!

I'm not stupid. I knew my parents were going to be furious, when they found out. I lived with my dad, because my parents had split up ages ago, when I was about 3.

So dad found out first. He came to pick me up for the summer break. I may or may not have made out with Caine to annoy him. He's dead protective. Which is why he was going to freak.

But first, I was going to freak. Because he had a surprise for me, too.

"Diana, I have something to tell you." He said, before we reached the car.

"What?" I have to admit I was a little tense. Dad was going to kill me when he knew my secret.

"I'm married!"

My mouth fell open, "Excuse me?"

"Your new stepmom is in the car."

"No. That is not happening."

"I know-it's exciting!"

He doesn't seem to see my shake my head, firmly.

"And wait, it gets better…"

I translate this to 'it gets worse' in my head.

"You have two new stepsisters!"

"Perfect." I tell him, sarcastically, "Just like in Cinderella."

He frowns at me, "Why can't you just be happy for me, Diana?"

I consider. That's a good thing to say to him after breaking my own news.

We get to the car, and I see a horrible sight. My father's new wife is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Barbie doll, looking far too much like that bitch, Astrid, for my liking. And the daughters look just as bad.

I smile at the thought of my dad's face when he finds out.

We climb into the car, me in the back next to the two blonde sisters.

"Diana, this is Miranda, your stepmom, and Susan and Lynn, your stepsisters."

"Hello, Diana, honey." Miranda flashes me a fake smile, "I've heard so much about you! I practically know everything about you!"

"Oh, I very much doubt that." I mutter under my breath, before speaking up.

"Well, father. This is quite an exciting surprise! It seems you've been doing lots of things while I was away! But I won't get mad-everyone should be allowed to do whatever they want to their bodies, or their lives, right?"

I can see him smiling, "Yes, that's perfectly right, Di. I'm glad you understand."

I smile back, sweetly, "Well, I have a really exciting surprise for you and mom! Although, I guess I'll have to call her."

"Oh? And what is this exciting surprise?" he asks, drinking a coke.

"I'm pregnant." I tell him.

He spits the coke out and yells, "What?" Miranda gasps.

"You heard me, dad. You're going to be a grandpa!"

He pulls over immediately, and turns around in his seat.

"Diana Ladris, you are 15 years old! That's not even legally old enough to have a baby!"

"But I thought we should all be allowed to do whatever we want to our bodies and lives." I tell him.

"Who's the dad?" my father asks immediately.

"My boyfriend, who did you think?"

"I can't believe you! Does the school know about this? Your mother is going to be so disappointed in you, young lady."

"Why can't you just be happy for me, Dad?"

"Because you are throwing away your whole life!" he yells.

Miranda grabs his shoulder and rubs his arm, "Look, honey, I know Diana has made a pretty huge mistake, but look on the bright side! I've always wanted to be a grandma, and now look at my luck! I've got my own little grandchild on the way!"

My eyes narrow. Oh, hell no! "Excuse me. You've come into my family, taking my mom's place and stealing my dad, but you can't stake claims on my baby. Its gran is going to be my mom, not you!"

Dad glares at me, "How dare you, Diana? Miranda was being really kind, defending you, although you really don't deserve it, and yet you treat her like that?"

"You're acting like I wanted a stepmom!" I argued, "The baby isn't going to be in any way related to your wife." I make a point of not using the word stepmom.

"But Diana, sweetie." Miranda starts, "You can't take a baby back to Coates with you! You'll have to leave the baby with me, and so the child will grow up thinking of me as its grandma."

I snort, "You honestly think I'll leave my kid with you? No chance! During the time when I'm away at Coates, Caine's mom can look after the baby."

Miranda gives a fake little sob, "I only want to help you, Diana."

My dad glares at me hard, and as I refuse to look away, he raises his hand and slaps my face.

I don't react. I'm used to him hitting me for being insolent.

"Why don't we go home?" I say, keeping my voice completely steady, because I know, childish as it is, it will infuriate him that he's not getting a rise out of me.

He steps on the gas, and we zoom home.

When we get into the house, I make a beeline for bedroom. The walls are painted deep purple and my bed in a double bed with deep blue pillowcases and a matching duvet cover.

I have a small desk against one wall, with a hot pink spinning chair, which my mom's mom gave me for my 10th birthday. I know-it's incredible that I haven't broken it yet.

On the desk I have my jewellery boxes, and a bunch of photo frames of my parents and I, along with other family members, before they broke up and spoiled everything and of course, my favourite picture of Caine and I. My dad hated the picture before, but he'll hate it even more now. He probably would of thrown it out, but I keep my bedroom key with me at all times, including when I go to Coates.

I also have a rainbow coloured couch in one corner and a walk in wardrobe with mirror doors. I mean, it's mostly mirror doors, but I'll admit, there are far too many stickers and pictures stuck on it. There are plenty other cute accessories everywhere, and I flop onto the bed, happy to be home, although not with Miranda and her daughters.

I am about to get up, when my door bursts open. Miranda.

"Can't you knock?" I demand, "There are plenty of keep out signs."

"Yes, I couldn't help noticing." Miranda informs me, "But listen. I don't care what happens, you are going to treat me with respect, Diana. You're going to stop being vulgar and your baby can't spend all of its time with another woman, this 'Caine' person's mother. Who is he, anyway?"

"The baby's dad." I tell her, drily, trying to make her as uncomfortable as humanely possible.

"Ah." She seems lost for words.

"Look, Miranda."

"Mom." She corrects.

"Lets get this straight." I say, "Are you my mother?"

"Yes." She tells me.

I sigh, "I guess we'll have to start even simpler. Did you give birth to me?"

She bites her lip, "Well, no, but…"

I cut her off, "then you aren't my mother. So I won't call you mom."

She looks down.

"Anyway. As I was saying, you have no relation to my baby, or me. You're just some blonde, Barbie-doll bimbo that my idiot dad married."

"Your father would like to speak to you." She tells me, head tilted downwards.

"Whatever." I respond, happy to have won the argument.

When she leaves, I wait about 5 minutes, until my dad has to call me down, "Diana! Get your arse down here this instant!"

I then slope down the stairs, as slowly as I can.

"Call your mother." He holds the phone out to me.

"Oh, for God's sake, Dad. Mom won't care nearly as much as you. She was only 16 when she had me."

"At least that's legal, Diana."

I roll my eyes and grab the phone, quickly dialling mom's number.

"Hello?" I breathe out a sigh of relieve that it's mom, not Daniel, her boyfriend.

"Hi, mom." I say, cheerily.

"Oh, hey Diana! How was school, honey?"

"Okay. In fact, better than okay."

"That's great! So why are you calling? I'm pretty busy right now."

"Dad wanted me to call and give you some big news."

"What's that?"

"He's married and I have two stepsisters!"

My dad glares at me.

"What?" I hear the surprise in mom's voice, and then she stops, "I'm pretty sure that's not what your dad wanted you to tell me."

"Oh yeah, and I'm pregnant."

I hear mom gasp, "You? You're pregnant?"

"Yup." I pop the p at the end.

"Well, I'm very shocked with you, but, hon, I'm gonna have to come round and see you. I know it sounds like I'm a terrible mother, but I'm not having another woman trying to raise my grandchild. Congrats, sweetie!"

"Thanks, mom!" I grin at my dad's confused expression.

"No probs, Diana! Now, Daniel and I are going to come over right now! I have to see you!"

"Kay! See you soon, mom! Love you."

I hang up, and turn to dad, "She's more angry with you than she is with me. And she's coming over. Like now."

I laughed at the expressions on the faces of my dad and his new family.

I wait, on my phone, texting Caine for about an hour and a half, and then the door opens.

"Mom!" I call, running over and hugging her.

"Hey, Diana." She replies.

"Congratulations, Diana." Daniel says, smiling at me.

"Thanks!"

Dad walks over to the door, "Lucy? Why the hell are you here?"

"I have a right to see my daughter too, you know."

Miranda then just has to stalk over.

"Who's this, honey?"

"Diana's mother." Dad replies, through clenched teeth.

Mom looks Miranda up and down, and then sniffs.

"I'm two weeks in." I tell mom.

"Awww!" mom kneels down in front of me and rubs my belly, "Hello, little baby! I'm your grandma!"

"Well, I'm glad you're here. Dad hasn't been the most supportive person in the world." I tell her.

"Well, you can always come to ours! You still have the key to your bedroom, I think." Mom tells me.

I consider. I do prefer mom to dad, right now, at least, and Daniel is thousands better than Miranda and her kids.

"That's not a bad idea." I tell her.

"I have custody of Diana, Lucy." Dad butts in.

"Well, it's up to Diana." Mom retorts, "And she'll have far more support with us than with you! I already know how to cope with teen pregnancies! I'll help her more than you will."

"I was a teen mom, too." Miranda interrupts.

"I don't care." I tell her, "You aren't my mom."

Mom gives Miranda a kind of 'ha-ha' look.

"If you leave, Diana, I'll give your room to Susan." Dad tells me, earning a smirk from Susan.

"Then I can't come and live with you ever again." I tell him.

"Fine!" He says, "You can go for a while, but the next time you come home from school, your coming back here."

"Whatever." I tell him, running upstairs to get some of my stuff.

As I'm packing, I get an unwelcome visitor.

"Hello, Diana."

I turn around. Susan is standing there. She's about my age, I think.

"What the hell do you want?" I demand.

"You're a slut." She tells me.

"What do you give?"

"Your only 15 and your pregnant. It's shameful, that's what mom said."

"Here's some news for you, Barbie. I don't give a single shit what your mom said. She's a whore too."

"I bet you don't even know who the baby's freaking dad is!"

"Weren't you listening in the car?" I demand, "The dad is my boyfriend."

Susan picks up the picture of Caine and I kissing.

"Is that your boyfriend, then?" she asks.

"What's it to you?"

"He cute."

"He'd kill you for saying that."

She snorts, "Well, I don't care what you say, I'm going to tell all my friends that I'm going to be an auntie."

"And I'll tell all your friends that you're a skanky little slut."

"You don't know my friends." Susan tells me, "You only know the psychos from Coates."

"Excuse me?" I growl.

"Well, everyone is always saying it down here, all you Coates kids are psychopaths."

"How's this for psychotic?" I ask under my breath, and slap her face, grabbing her long blonde air at the same time, and yanking her head backwards.

She screams, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, but I'm too late.

Miranda and Dad come running up the stairs, Mom following.

"Susan?" Dad calls, "Are you okay?"

Mom glares at him, "It's disgraceful that you put that kid before your own daughter!"

"She was the one screaming, Lucy!"

"Do you honestly think that matters, Kyle?"

"Use your eyes, woman!" Dad cries, "Diana is ripping poor Susan's hair out!"

"I don't care!" mom retorts, "Good going, Di."

I let Susan's hair go, banging her head on the wall.

"What stuff do you think I'll need, Mom?" I ask.

"Oh, not much." She replies, "The two of us can go shopping for new stuff tomorrow."

I grin. One definite upside of being with mom and not dad was that Daniel and Mom both had very well paying jobs, and could afford huge shopping sprees.

"I'll just take the essentials." I decide.

The 'essentials' end up being my blankie (for the baby, obviously), my first teddy (also for my baby), a couple of my favourite outfits, my Coates uniforms, and my picture of me and Caine, just to annoy Dad.

Once it's all in my case, I follow mom out to her car locking my bedroom door behind me.

We drive for an hour to get back to her house, and I'm straight off to my old room. The walls are orange with little pink and purple flowers all over them. The bed is a bunk bed with a sofa under it, instead of another bed.

I smile. Mom now has the house that we lived in before the break-up, so I had this room when I was 3.

I stick my picture o the wall with some barely-sticky blu-tack, and throw the suitcase down on the pink heart-shaped fluffy rug in the middle of the beige-carpeted floor.

"Diana, babe?" Mom calls up the stairs.

"Yeah?" I call back.

"You want something to eat?"

"Sure." I start to walk down the stairs.

So, there you go! How was that? Review please!

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Sophia xo