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Darcy Jackson is a 15 year old child living with her Grandma over the summer. When her best friend Rebecca tricks her into going to London she tries finding any way to get back home. No matter the price is. Even if she has to kill her father. ( This is part one of this story.)


5. Chapter five

Darcy's P.O.V


When Rebecca finally opened the door we got  a quick look of who was banging on the door and realized it was some stupid teenagers. When Rebecca opened the door they started to run. I wanted to punch them so badly for scaring me. But I just can't punch someone. It's just so wrong.

"Stupid teenagers" Rebecca mumbles underneath her breath. I started to laugh at her comment. I don't know if she remembers that we are teenagers to. When she sees me laugh she asks what's so funny but before I could reply she got it and started to laugh with me. After a few seconds it wasn't as funny so we decided to go to sleep. We slept peacefully.

         The next day I woke up with a big bang! I jumped off my bed and into the floor. I just smashed my head on the carpet. I got up and started rubbing my forehead with my eyes closed because it was to bright.

"What happened?" I asked Rebecca not knowing if she was awake or not.

"You have been sleeping for a long time! It's already 2:32! You have been asleep all day!" She replies

I mumble I'm still use of the time in California. It should be around 2:30. When I finally get up and take a bath Rebecca is putting on makeup so she could look a lot younger. Yes, she is that good at makeup. When I finally get out of the shower I see Rebecca putting her hair in a bun To be honest she looks like she is 12 or 13 years of age.
" So how do I look?" She asks twirling around after putting her hair in a bun.

" Like a twelve years old who dyed their hair red." I reply giving the honest truth. She sticks her tongue  out.

"Room service." A lady from behind the door says. Rebecca and I tell her to come in and she does.  The first thing I see is her blue hair. Why are people dying their hair now a days?! I mean some colors are good for some people while others, not so much. I'm sorry but I just don't think an eighty years old room service maid should have blue hair.

"Oh and Darcy I need to tell you something." Rebecca whispers.

"Don't ever call me by my first name!" I say in my best mother voice and Rebecca seems to get the hint. "Anyway, MOM, I really need to tell you a secret." She whispers. I nod so that she could tell me. She comes right next to my ears and whispers in something I never wanted to hear. Something that I really regret hearing. And I knew it would change my life forever.


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