I woke up to the sound of someone banging the hell out of our front door, I looked at the time on my clock it was something past 8 I mean Jesus, who gets up this early!

I staggered out of bed, and across the living room, and id totally forgot about the fact that them pair had called last night, and I was momentarily shocked into thinking our flat had been robbed (but then it was ok, coz' I remembered we were all moving to US of A. Yipeeee)

I ripped open the front door and squinted at the culprit. Oh they were back again (I must phone that mental home when I get a chance and remind them to lock the doors) - and holy crap! They were with Emma my probation officer.

I couldn't even think of what to say, Emma being Emma just walked on in, the models followed her lead.

"Look, Catherine. I haven't got long. Doctor and Mrs Cullen have explained to me your plans, and that you're going to be moving with them. So give me your leg, and I can take that tag off for you, and be on my way"

She didn't even wait for me to lift my leg up, she practically pushed me down into the arm chair, yanked my leg out of its socket, clicked something a few times, and POP off came that effin tag!

"Good luck with everything Kate, and I would say that I hope to see you again soon. But I really hope I don't. stay out of trouble" Her bony hand dug into my shoulder in something that it think was meant to be a kind gesture, and she stormed out of the flat, slamming the door behind her, cat flap flapping and everything.

I looked up at Carlisle and Esme, wide eyed. For a moment they looked like they really wanted to hug me or something and for a moment I wanted to ask them what to do now.

But then I realized this was a joke. I'd be back on tag by this evening, when the prank was over.

Esme looked at our bags by the kitchen table and smiled.

"So I see your all packed and ready to go. We best be on our way if we're going to catch out flight" she started over to the bags when I jumped up.

"What! I can't go with you, I haven't even got a visa to live there, and you need money to get those kinds of things. Money we don't have and time. This sort of stuff takes time!"

Em was sitting on the back of the sofa watching, her hair sticking out in all directions, clearly enjoying the little shared.

"Don't panic" The doctor touched my shoulder OH MY GOD his hand was freezing, I almost jumped out of my skin, but I didn't (you learn never to show what you're feeling around here) "We've got everything under hand." He smiled again, really the phrase 'Million dollar smile' never fitted in as perfectly as it did right about now.

We had enough time, to shower dress and get ready before they were rushing us out of the flat.

It was the fastest id ever gotten ready in my life. I didn't even have time to wash my hair that was still loosely curled from last night. Honestly talk about feeling like a scruff.

We were rushed out of the flat, and down the stair well, I didn't even get a chance to glance back at our lonely little flat. (Right about now, I bet your thinking that I was starting to fall for all this, and the truth is I had actually started to believe they were telling the truth. But of course I didn't tell them that)

The black shark (yes I mean the Mercedes) was parked near the entrance to out block, and we were piled into that car quickly too.

Me and Emily shoved in the back (but I can hardly say shoved, there was plenty of space for a baby elephant) and Mr and Mrs Looney got in the front.
(I know I should stop calling them that, but you'd be the same. And the name stays until I see some proof)

I looked at Emily and she was already watching me, I mean this was either for real or one hell of a good joke.

Right about now I should be telling you that we sped along and I sat back and watched all the views go by, but the windows were so heavily tinted (god knows what for the sun never shines round here) that I could hardly make out anything. And let's face it; there wasn't much to be seen anyway.

Esme turned around and smiled at us, it was a genuinely warm smile, they really should have gone to acting school.
"We're going to Heathrow, we won't be long"

"No I can tell" I quipped "We won't even get there at this rate, you'll get pulled over by the police, you should slow down" I leaned forward holding onto the headrest of the seat in front of me.

"Im sure we won't. We can't slow down if we're going to make our flight"

I sat back in my seat (and prayed for my life) Well they sure were punctual.
We got to Heathrow in record time. Traffic? Who ever heard of traffic?

We clambered out of the car, and (you have to give it to them) they were still going along with it. They offered to carry our bags, but we insisted we carry them ourselves.

We scurried across the road, dodging cars and people pushing trolley over toppling with luggage and finally got through the doors.
And Heathrow was, well… Heathrow was, well… it was busy.

That's one way of putting it.

It was totally crazy.

I couldn't believe there were so many people! It was like a Renaissance painting of the Day of Judgment come to life. (See I do know some things, im very smart ill have you know. Just not most of the time)

People of all nationalities, with all manner of exotic outfits, rushed past us, speaking every language under the sun.
Why was everyone in such a hurry?

And the noise was deafening. Announcements over the tannoy. Small boys lost. Grown men lost. Expensive luggage lost. Patients lost. Tempers lost. Marbles lost. You name it and there was a good chance that it was lost.

Me and em somehow managed to keep up with them, pushing our way through the crowds of people. Emily nearly lost it when some rich bitch rammed her trolley into the back of her legs, I managed to stop her from laying her out flat, and we just carried on pushing back everyone.

We finally checked in, and were sitting in the departure lounge. When it all hit home, this was really happening. Maybe the joke wasn't over until we were seated and buckled on the plane. But right about now, it seemed very unlikely.

"You really meant it didn't you? When you said you wanted us to come and live with you?" I'd lost me edge now, maybe it was lost down in all that pushing and shoving down in the cattle market.

Carlisle looked at me, and for the first time it was like he was really looking at me. Like id removed some kind of barrier and he could finally see me. He smile (again, do they ever stop smiling)

"Of course. I know you thought it was some kind of… prank but it was all true. You need someone to take care of you and Emily" He nodded over in the direction of Emily and Esme prowling through the duty free shops.

"But how did you pick us?" I was really confused now. And maybe it showed through, because he touched my arm again (hands still cold) and told me to relax and not to panic. That everything would become clear when we got home. He called it home like it was my home too. I wanted to cry there and then (but I didn't, years of practice)

On the plane we got (first class too) there were 4 seats, not the ones where you're all jammed together perfect strangers nearly sitting on each other's laps.

No, none of that for us (or should I say them) this time.

We sat down, Esme was by the window, then I was sitting next to her (and the temperature seemed to drop) then Emily was next to me, and Carlisle on the end.

And then it started, you can't escape it apparently not even people in first class can. Some little brat started kicking the back of my seat! (My edge had clearly found its
way back to me. The poor thing must have run screaming crying 'KATIE! WAIT FOR ME')

But I grinned and bared it, because fair play it did stop while we took off.

But then like a flag to a bull as soon as the *ping* you can now remove your seatbelts went off, the kid started kicking my seat again.

I turned round and stared at the woman who clearly couldn't control her little brat.

"Look! Get him to stop kicking my chair before I do!" im not quite sure what the proper phrasing of something like that is, so I went with what came first.

The woman just stared back at me, clearly choosing to ignore the fact that id asked her to get him to stop. I was not going to put up with this for 9 hours.

I was just about to lose it when Esme turned around and (calmly) backed me up.

"Could you please ask your son to reframe from kicking the back of my Daughters chair"

Well I couldn't tell you what happened after that (the kicking stopped I think) but I was to in shock to notice.

I turned around and slid back into my seat. I was in shock.

This woman, who'd, turned up out of nowhere, been nothing but kind to us, got me off my tag, asked us to come and live with them, and paid for our flights to America and who had only known me for 2 days, had just called me her daughter.

Well. What could I say to that? No one has ever called me their daughter, not even the people who were meant to look after me.

Everything gradually started to come back into focus, and I could hear Emily giggling alongside me talking with Carlisle. Em actually laughed with someone other than me that has to be a good sign. Right?

The stuadess started prancing up and down the aisle with the trolley of "refreshments" (posh) and since we were still somewhere over Europe, Emily ordered 4 bloody Marys.
(yea I thought it was a very good idea too)

Mr and Mrs Vamp didn't even drink theirs!

But not to worry, we drank theirs too.

I don't know how many we had each, but it was enough for me to start to feel all warm and fuzzy.

And I can't remember if the drink ran out, or if I fell asleep.

My guess was the drink ran out.

But drinking on a 9 hour flight was not one of my best ideas.