Thanks for reading guys. Please leave a review if possible. xx

Chapter 2

Well this isn't something you see every day, my aunties actually crying. They actually had feelings; they're not as cold as I thought they were. Or maybe they're just putting it on. My aunties and my mother never really had much in common. They all saw my mother as a disgrace to the family. I don't know, I never like my aunties. They're way to snobby for me to handle and like my mother I can't stand the sight of snobby people. I mean would they ever just get over themselves. I don't get why they always thought they were better than my Mom. They always looked down at her. I mean as far as I know they all came out of the same vagina and all grew up together so I don't see where they get off thinking they're better. Of course things didn't help when I got pregnant it just gave them more of an advantage to look at us like we were nothing. That's probably why my mother didn't leave me to them, probably to embarrass them. I don't think my mother left them anything, not that she had much to leave them. Imagine if they knew that the crash wasn't actually an accident. Imagine if they knew that my Mom actually tried to kill herself. Ha that would be some talk with them. What sickened me most was that one of my aunties actually had the nerve to make a speech. Then that seriously pissed me off. When the funeral finished I said thanks to people I didn't even know. I got loads of I'm sorry for your lose and hugs. I guess that's Ireland for you, here random people can just show up to funerals if they want too.

I mean to be honest the only people I really knew here were my aunties, cousins, and Angie. Oh and a few people from school but I didn't even bother talking to them. I said good bye to my Aunties and they gave me money (probably killed them too) we left. When we got home I sat on the couch and sighed with relief. I'm moving to Boston...tomorrow. I mean it's all happening way too fast.

'You okay?' Angie asked.

'Yeah I'm fine'

'You know for someone who's just lost her mother; you seem to be taken it well. Or is this some weird physiological thing and by the time tomorrow comes you'll end up having some breakdown' Angie said more to herself than to me.

'I lost my mother a long time ago' I said to myself. I looked at Angie and she was lost in thought. She heard what I said but she didn't ask too many questions.

'Well I'm wrecked, don't stay up too late we got a long day ahead of us' she said and went to her room. I looked around at the empty apartment not that it ever had much in it but it just felt so empty. I went into the bathroom and got undressed and took a shower. Then it suddenly hit me hard, harder than I've ever experienced in my life. My Moms dead and this time she can never come back. I felt a lump in my throat and I suddenly felt really dizzy. My legs turned into jelly and tears were rolling down my face. I cried that night, like I've never before. And I promised myself that no matter what happens I will never cry like that again.

I awoke the next morning to Angie calling my name. Half asleep I got out of bed and got changed and jumped into the taxi Angie had called. Hopefully she put my bags into the boot. I never got the chance to say goodbye to my hometown. Lovely Ireland, well it wasn't so lovely for me. I conked out straight away and slept dreamlessly.

As we got closer to boarding the plane my stomach started turning. This had nothing to do with the baby. This was me. I haven't been on a plane since I was like four years old and well I'm kind of freaking out.

'Ticket please' a woman asked. I handed her my ticket and showed her my passport. 'Have a nice flight' she said and handed them back. This is going to be one hell of a flight I'd say. We got onto the plane and found our seats quickly. I took my seat and noticed I was shaking.

'Are you nervous or something' Angie asked fighting a smile.

'No of course not' I said sarcastically and Angie laughed.

The flight wasn't that bad except the taking of part and the landing. Oh and the bit where the plain started shaking in the air and I thought we were going to crash and die. Angie was just laughing at me, she tried to calm me down a bit but couldn't keep a straight face. I slept for most of it, even though it was hard because there was a screaming baby that I was very close to murdering. All Angie could say was 'better get used of that'. It wasn't helping at all.

I was glad to finally get off the plane because I was starving. The plane food was not nice and the smell of it made me feel sick. We collected my bags and I knew that I wasn't getting food any time soon because Angie had to show that she wasn't kidnapping me and the amount of stupid, unnecessary questions that were asked. When Angie finally gave them all the paper work to prove that I wasn't being kidnapped we were left go. I made Angie take me straight to the shop to buy me food otherwise I was going to have a fit. I bought a big bag of crisps; well they call them chips over here, which is ridiculous and confusing. We got outside of the airport and Angie was looking around for her family while I was stuffing my face. I heard Angie's name being called and I saw a boy waving his arms in the air. He looked about seventeen, the same age as me. Angie never told me she had a son, well she did but not the same age as me.

'Please don't tell me that's your son' I whispered to her as we headed towards this guy.

'What, no way, that's Eddie' she said.

'Your husband' I asked confused and she stopped and looked at me then laughed and started walking again. It seemed like forever to get to this guy.

'You think I'm some paedophile or something' she asked. 'He's a family friend, even though I could call him my son because he's always at my house. Although with a mother like his I would want to get away from her' she said.

We finally reached him and Angie gave him a hug. He looked at me and I kept my head down. He put his hand out to shake mine and I looked at my hand that was covered in crumbs and quickly cleaned them off my tracksuit. I put my hand to his and it was like fire. I quickly put my hands away and I looked up confused and saw his eyes. Now they were something else, the sparkled like green emeralds.

'Hi I'm Edward' he said.

'Eddie' Angie interrupted as she was putting the bags in the boot. 'Edwards a stupid name' she said and he laughed while shaking his head.

'I'm Bella' I said.

'Nice to meet you Bella' he said and looked at my stomach. I saw his eyes widen a bit but he looked at me again.

'Okay come on let's get home so I can kill Charlie for not picking us up, and sending you. Jesus what did your mother say' Angie asked.

'Oh she doesn't know' he answered and she laughed. He looked at me again and we got into the car. For the whole drive back to Angie my heart was banging against my chest and I didn't know why. And I couldn't stop it.