I'm back! Shortly after I finished The Angel of His Nightmare (I'm currently working on the sequal - still trying to get past that annoying first chapter!), this idea just sprung to my mind! It has NOTHING to do with The Angel Of His Nightmare, so you don't need to read that first. So, I hope you all like this.

Chapter One


"Now, girls, I know this may come as a surprise-"

"A surprise? This is child abuse!" Grace cried, flinging her arms up in the air.

"Grace, please calm down." Linda said. Grace glared at her before snorting and slumping in her seat, her arms folded across her chest. I quickly shifted myself so I was mimicking her position and, for once, she didn't give me her death glare for copying her!

Dad sighed. "Girls, this is a brilliant opportunity for us, and anyway, it's only for the summer holidays."

"So this my ever so special homecoming surprise." I snorted, and everything was silent for a moment. I'd gone onto what I so fondly called 'the forbidden subject'.

Dad cleared his throat, thankfully breaking the silence.

"Yes, well, it'll be a fresh start for all of us." He said quietly. Linda got up from the table and took his hand. My hands balled into fists. Stupid, home wrecking b-

"So where are we going?" Grace demanded, also glaring at Linda.


I straightened up in interest. London? Images of penthouses, shopping sprees and film premieres ran through my mind. I'm a girl of simple tastes.

Beside me, Grace had also perked up.

"London? For real?"

Yes, we're going to Fleet Street. There's a lovely little pie shop that Linda is going to redecorate and run, and you girls can help out!" Dad smiled down at Linda before kissing her.


"See Joey, you can earn money now," Linda said, smiling at me. "Get a taste of the real world!"

I ignored her.

"Well, if that's all, I'm going to go pack!" I announced, standing up.

"Yeah, me too." Grace said, following me out of the kitchen. Once we were in the hallway, she shoved me to the side. Ah, that's the Grace I know and love. I was wondering where she had gone.

"Ladies first, nerd." She sneered, twitching past me in that annoying way she does. Seriously, she thinks it's cool to swing your hips around. It's not. It just makes her look like a worm. If worms twitched.

"Good thing there aren't any ladies, then." I quipped. Grace glared at me.

"Very mature, Joey."

"I try!"

Grace rolled her eyes and disappeared upstairs. I was about to followed when I heard Dad and Linda talking. I knew it wasn't right to eavesdrop, but they were talking about me.

"I still don't think it's the right time for her to come back." Linda said. I frowned. What does she know?

"Well, they said she could and we all know what Joey is like!" Dad said, chuckling. Linda laughed as well.

"You know, sometimes I get the feeling Joey doesn't like me."

Ooh, she did not just say my name! I don't know which is worse, people calling me by my full name or her saying my nickname.

I'm kinda like Bill Sikes when it comes to my name. As in, no one says it. Or is it mentions? I don't know, I don't tend to read classics. They're too…complicated and wordy. Give me Kerrang and NME any day!

"You don't think she feels I'm trying to replace Amy, does she?"

Of course I do you stupid twit!

"No, of course not. It's just weird for her. She was always so close to Amy and now after what's happened…" Dad's voice trailed off, and I felt a pang of sadness. Sighing, I turned away from the kitchen and ran upstairs to my room.

Of course, Dad and Linda were so prepared, they'd already put a million cardboard boxes into my room. Great.

Rolling my eyes, I made my way through the boxes, turned on a CD and then began packing.



The door opened, and Dad poked his head into my room.

"I've got some rubbish bags here. Chuck out anything you don't want." He said, tossing me the bags. I caught them easily and grinned.

"Cheers Dad!"

Dad grinned back, and for a minute I could see my Dad. Young, carefree James.

But then he heard my music.

"Joey, for goodness sake, turn that music down! It's far too loud!" He snapped, and then shut the door. I made a face before turning the music up even more. Only when hell froze over and became an ice skating rink for the disabled would I turn down All American Rejects, especially when Gives You Hell was playing.

Picking up one of the rubbish bags and a few cardboard boxes, I wandered over to my shelves.

"Keep, keep, keep," I murmured, chucking book after book into the box. I picked up an old journal and flicked through it. My childish scribbling from when I was seven filled most the pages. "Chuck."

"Oi, Joey, have you got my Gossip Girl magazine?" Grace asked, walking into my room.

"Oh yes, Grace, please come in without knocking and invade my personal space!" I said sarcastically. Grace ignored me.

"Well, have you got it?"

I picked it up and tossed it over to her. It fell to the ground just by her feet, making her scowl.

"Why do you always insist on treating my property like crap?"

"Because you treat me like crap."

Grace rolled her eyes, but then surprised me by crossing my room and sitting on my bed.

"Are you looking forwards to moving?" She asked. I made a face at her over my shoulder before turning back to my shelves.

"I don't know. Chuck."

I tossed an old colouring book over my shoulder and into the bag.

"Joey, for once in your life, be serious. We're leaving our house that we've grown up in."

"It's only for six weeks. I've been away from here longer than that." I muttered.

"What was it like for you?" Grace asked softly. I ignored her and picked up one of my snow globes.

"Should I keep this? It's a bit childish, isn't it?" I asked, turning it around in my hands and studying it carefully.


"Yeah, I'll get rid of it. Snow globes are stupid."

Grace stood up and took my shoulders, making me face her.

"Joey, seriously, you can talk about it to me, even if Dad and Linda won't let you." She told me. I pulled myself out of her gip.

"Well I don't want to."

"You are far too stubborn for your own good, Joey." Grace muttered before flouncing out, slamming the door behind her. I paused, thinking.

"Ugh, why am I letting Grace get to me?" I asked myself incredulously, shaking my head.

What was it Dad said? Oh yeah, a fresh start for all of us. So, a new home equals a new Joey!

I looked into the mirror and ran a hand through my hair. I wondered if Dad would let me have it cut.


I couldn't decided if I liked my hair or not. It was long and blonde…I guess it was quite pretty, but not ideal for a tomboy really.

Sighing, I turned away from the mirror and continued packing.

Oh, I haven't introduced myself, have I?

I'm Joey. It's short for Joanna.

Well, do you want me to carry on? Please review!