I should tell you guys that this story kind of takes place before the boys were famous in America. Also none of the evens that happened in real life will be in order in the story. So don't judge! Thank you! R&R

Chapter 2.

Everyone in school could tell that I was more bummed out than usual. Mom said that there was no way I would be going to England this summer, not even to visit. So instead of crying and fuming over it like a normal teenager, I put all of my efforts on my final exams. Maybe if I scored a perfect score my mother would change her mind. "Fat chance." Myrcella mumbled when I told her over breakfast. She was absolutely right of course.

So now that finals for the year were over people were talking about their plans for that Friday and the rest of the summer.

"Charlotte, you should come to our summer house next week," one of my friends said, "I really don't want to spend time alone with my parents."

I let out a sigh packing up my things, not that I needed to school was officially over for the year, "I can't, I have a tight schedule."

"Again?" Another friend groaned, "Girl, you need to live a little."

I wondered how I even had friends. I honestly didn't have time for them, and would only see them at Lunch or dance practice. My mom wouldn't let me go to any parties; she said that if I didn't get enough sleep it would affect my dancing.

"Are you even allowed to go to the party tonight?" Someone else asked.

I gave them a solemn look, like they even had to ask to know the answer.

My friends let out deep breaths, "We will see each other at dance practice, okay?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah…have fun guys."

They didn't say anything else as I made my way down the hall to the main entrance. To my surprise Myrcella was waiting for me outside leaning against her vintage mustang.

"What are you doing here?" I asked climbing down the stone steps toward her.

She took her sunglasses off to roll her eyes at me, "Can't I come pick you up from school?"

I smiled, "Not unless you want something…or you have done something you are not supposed to."

My sister waited until we got in the car to speak, "Me? I would never; I am a well behaved Californian Girl." I chuckled looking out the window as she pulled away from my school. There was a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach…like for some reason I felt like I wouldn't see it again in a long time. Don't be silly, I told myself, you'll be back by the end of the summer.

It wasn't until we were on the high way on the way home that Myrcella began to speak, "Oh? What is that on the back seat?" She asked looking at the rearview mirror, "Is that a folder?"

I raised an eyebrow turning around in my seat to look at what she was talking about. Sure enough there was a paper folder seating in the middle of the back seat.

"There wouldn't happen to be papers in that folder, would there?" She already knew there were, "and those papers wouldn't happen to be plane tickets and resumes from all of your teachers for the audition, would they?"

I gasped reaching for the folder. When I opened it I was not only greeted by plane tickets but also by a permission card for me to leave the Country by myself signed by my…

"You talked to dad?" I asked looking at the familiar signature, "Myrcella!"

My older sister laughed, "Well I figured that you wouldn't be able to leave the Country without a parent's permission," she kept her eyes on the road as we pulled into our gated neighborhood, "and I knew mom wouldn't do it, so I asked dad."

I kept my eyes on her; she avoided my gaze, "On what condition?"

She shrugged, "He might be at the airport when you leave."

I sighed looking back down at the one way ticket to London, England. Myrcella and Aunty Em had planed everything. I would be leaving early in the morning on Sunday. So Myrcella and I would have to sneak out of the house. I was too excited to care how we would get to the Airport. I was going to England, to do something I wanted to do. For once in my life!

"I can't believe Myrcella did that!" Pip shouted over Skype, "She's like my hero!"

I smiled at the computer screen while packing up yet another bag, I only had two. Pip didn't want me to pack too much.

"We are gonna go shopping when you get here!" She kept on shouting. I guess she was more excited than I was.

Myrcella rolled her eyes folding a pair of pants, "Pip, take a chill pill we can hear you all the way from England."

The brunette in the computer laughed, "Sorry, I just, AAHH!" She screamed at the top of her lugs making me laugh, "Okay…now that I got that out of my system, when will you be here?"

"Your mom has all the info." Myrcella stated.

I was about to start packing my dancing clothes but Piper stopped me, "Don't worry about that, I will let you borrow something here!"

I sighed nodding my head. The less I packed the better. If mom noticed that my dancing clothes were gone she would begin to ask questions.

"Okay, Piper, we have to go hide these," The blonde stood from my bed with one suit case in her hand, "We will talk to you later."

Piper waved us goodbye before going off line.

"I swear she gets louder and louder every day." My sister complained while the two of us walked to her car. Mom was out at work so we had plenty of time to pack and hide the bags before she got home. Once the trunk of the car was close there was really no turning back.

"I'll pay you back, Myrce." I said walking back inside.

My sister huffed, "Just remember me when you are a world famous dancer, okay?"

I smiled hugging her tightly, a thing I never did, "I mean it, thank you so much!"

"Just promise me that you will have fun," I nodded, "And stop crying." She said wiping a tear from my cheek.

I hadn't even notice I was crying. I had mix emotion at that moment. I was happy to be going, sad to be leaving, excited to see a new place, scared of getting caught, and to top it all I was hungry.

"We still have an hour before mom gets here…McDonald's?" She asked once my stomach growled.

I smirked, "I thought you would never ask."

My mom came into my room the night before I was supposed to leave. At first I thought she had found out and was coming in here to yell at me for going behind her back.

"Hey," was the first thing she said before sitting on my bed.

I gulped setting the book mark between the pages of my book, "What's up?"

My mom looked so tired, she always looked tired, "How was school?" I knew she was beating around the bush. She had asked me this question on Friday.

"I passed all my finals, perfect marks." I mumbled biting my lip.

She nodded folding a discarded sweater, "Look I'm sorry," that was a first, "I know you wanted to go to London, but you need to focus on the upcoming competitions," and here it comes, "You barely made it to regional's," that was two years ago, "you can't afford another slipup like that again!" She let out her trade mark sigh, "I just want what's best for you, Charlotte." Bingo.

"I know, mom, I understand." I mumbled looking down at my book, "I'll try harder."

My mom smiled giving me a hug, "I knew you would understand."

I waited for her to be out the door before lying down on my bed. I couldn't let her guilty-talk me out of this. I wanted to do this; I was going through with it.

After a shower I slipped into black skinny jeans, a white thank top, over that I wore my favorite red and white striped hoodie. I slipped my feet into my much worn out black oxford shoes then got into bed.

I couldn't sleep.

I was too nervous.

Too excited and scared.

What if we got caught? What if I couldn't leave? What if Myrcella forgot to get my passport from mom's room? What if the plain combusted into flames as we flew over the Atlantic? What if I did make it to England? But what if we made it late to the Auditions? What if Alien's decided to attack tomorrow? What if Santa Clause didn't get my letter? And decided to give me Pink Uggs instead of beige? That bastard! Pink is not my color!

"Wake up!" Myrcella hissed giving my shoulder a shake.

My eyes snapped opened, when did I fall asleep?

I rubbed my eyes slowly getting out of bed, "Come on…!" My sister urged as we made our way down stairs with our shoes in our hands. I was biting my lip the whole time, only biting harder when the stairs would creak. Every time they did Myrcella would stop in front of me making sure mom was still asleep.

My super smart sister had parked her car one block away from the house that way mom wouldn't hear the engine when we left. We didn't breathe until we were both sitting in the car on our way to LAX.

I let out a breath of relief throwing my head back while Myrcella laughed, "WE DID IT!" She shouted sticking her hand out the window, "Ladies and Gentlemen, my sister is no longer the golden child! WOOHOO!" She shouted at the people who drove by us.

I rolled my eyes, "We are going to get in an accident if you don't stop!"

"Nah-uh, Baby! We have lady luck on our side tonight, Los Angeles!" She turned to look at me. Her blue eyes seemed to glow with excitement, "Tell me you are not totally psyched!" She said loudly pushing my shoulder, "Tell me! Tell me!" She said giving me a shake making me laugh.

"Mom is gonna freak…" I mumbled looking at her.

The blonde smiled widely keeping her hands on the wheel, "I'll take care of mom, you worry about auditions with Pip."

We stayed quiet after that until I said what she wanted to hear.

"I am totally psyched."

The older girl smiled, "Yeah? No turning back now!"

Dad met up with us at the Airport. He definitely looked better than mom. He looked better than what he had the last I saw him about a year ago. The first thing I did was hug him. He was taken aback at first, but he returned the hug right away.

Dad was the more laid back of our parents. He would do anything for his kids. I guess the reason why mom and dad spilt was because he wanted us to do what we wanted to do with our lives. While mom wanted to control them, she wanted us to be her perfect children.

"I missed you too, kiddo." Dad said with a chuckle. I looked up to meet his blue eyes. Myrcella looked just like that. She had his blonde hair and blue eyes. While Olli looked like mom with dark brown hair and gray eyes. I was a mix of my parents; I had light brown hair and blue eyes. People always said I looked like my mom. I wished I looked more like dad and Myrce. "Are you all set?" he asked taking my bags from Myrcella.

"I think so." I mumbled getting my tickets out of my bag.

"Got your ticket."

"Yep." We answered.

"Passport?"

Myrcella held it up, "Right here."

"Permission?"

"Yep!"

"Tampons?"

"Dad!" Both Myrcella and I said.

My dad chuckled, "Just making sure you're awake."

I rolled my eyes laughing softly. Once I was all checked in we made our way up stair to Airport security. This is where we had to say our goodbyes.

"Have fun, okay?" Dad said kissing my forehead, "Be safe, and write."

I nodded my head hugging him again, "I will…thank you."

He left after saying bye to Myrcella. My older sister had tears in her eyes when she looked at me, "Are you ready for the biggest adventure of your life?" She asked placing her hands on my shoulders.

I nodded allowing a few tears to leave my eyes.

"This isn't goodbye forever, God," She said pulling me into a hug, "You are going to have so much fun. I promise."

I nodded, "Take care of mom for me?"

"Of course, now go before they leave without you," She laughed hugging me once more, "I luv you, little sistah!" She said with a fake British Accent.

I laughed, "I love you more." With one last hug I let go of her.

It didn't dawn on me until I was seating on the plane on my way to England just how crazy this whole thing was. I let out a deep breath sticking my earbuds in, "No turning back, now."

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