Hi, I'm your daughter

by fina2212

Allison or ""Ally", never knew her father so when her and her mother fight about it, she finally gets to meet him, in England all alone. So can she survive this new country or will she be running back to her mother?

1. prologue

I always wondered what my dad would be like, maybe smart and hard-working like my mother but also funny and relaxed, something my mother lacked. But, either way I hoped that he would be a good dad. I never saw him, not even in pictures and mom wouldn't talk about him. All I know is that he is British and that he broke my moms heart, two months later she found out that she was pregnant, with me. After that, well she never dated and I am an only child. She never even looks at another man, not since him, whatever his name is.

"Ally? You done packing?" My mom called up. Since she will never talk to me about my father, I wanted to go and see him. Well, she told me that if I wanted more info about him then I should live with him, I happily accepted it. I am pretty sure that she was hurt, but oh well. She should've told me more or not even suggest that I live with him. But, I can't change the past and neither can she.

"Yeah! Almost done! When does my flight leave?" I call back, folding my favorite t-shirt into a duffle bag and zipping it shut. Almost all of my room is packed expect some posters and my furnuture is left. I hoist my bag on my shoulder and carry down my suitcase and carry-on and met my mom downstairs.

"We should leave now, if you are ready and if you want to be on time." She told me, handing me my passport and ticket and some money, which I shoved in my pocket.

"Okay. Meet you in the car." I told her, halfway out the door and shutting it closed. Ever since our agrement slash agrument things have been, touchy. She can't even hold a conversation without begging me to stay with her. So, to get past things we do simple things. Ask questions that don't envole the subject and don't talk at all. It seems simple but also hard. She is my mom and I love her, but why can't I know about my father?

Ten minutes later, already packed and at the airport she kisses me on the forehead and then looks straight ahead, waiting for me to get out and into the airport.

"Mom, I love you. See you soon." I tell her, and got out shutting the last door in her face before I become someone else's daughter.

The customes and baggage check goes by and soon the lady calls my plane and soon, I am in the air, heading off to England with nothing other than cloths, money, me and a passport.

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