Here is Chapter 3. Thanks for the reviews, you commented about it moving quickly – sorry about that but this is only a quick story which I want to get finished before I leave for boarding school next month. So please excuse the fast moving storyline – I know it's a bit hard to believe.

"Operation Move to Queensland" began earlier than I expected. After a few trips to the doctor for preliminary checkups and stuff, Mum dropped a bombshell on me about 2 weeks after they had found out about my pregnancy.

"But why?" I asked Mum. "Why do I have to leave now? Why can't I leave in a few months?"

"Because," she said, "the sooner you leave Sydney the better. And we don't want you starting school mid-term, if you go now you'll have a week before school starts."

"What? A week? But I've only just started holidays, I should get 2 weeks!"

"Queensland has already had a week of holidays. Stop whinging."

Mum and Dad withdrew me from school for a "temporary transfer", as they put it. All my teachers say, "Oh have fun staying with your Aunt, now won't you? We'll see you soon." It's already April, so I guess that means I won't be able to come back until next year. Maybe I won't come back. I'll be 16 by then, so I could run away somewhere and get free housing and get a job and stuff. Yeah right.

It feels like I'm living in a dream – or a nightmare.

It's like mum wants to get rid of me as soon as possible. She tells me all that crap about "settling in" and it will be "good to get away", but I think really it's because she can't stand to have me in the house. Our house had been icy cool since they'd found out, but not because of the weather – mum and dad seemed to step around me, avoid me as if I'm carrying the plague or something. They don't look at me properly either – they just sort of look above my head. Well god, it must be so hard for them to have such a disappointment for a daughter. Please.

I looked around at my room. For the next 7 months or so I'll be living in Queensland. In QUEENSLAND - and not even on the Gold Coast or whatever. When I'd asked mum about it, she said Aunty Lisa lives in a town near the NSW/QLD border, but not on the coast.

I've only met Aunty Lisa a few times, and she's always been the one to visit us. She is Dad's younger sister (14 years younger in fact – she's only 27), and decided to mover away from Sydney because she hated city life. Or so I've been told. She has 2 sons, but her husband is dead.

I'm not exactly looking forward to sharing a house with to annoying little boys.

"What the hell is this?" I asked myself angrily while I was packing. I couldn't help thinking it was ridiculous. I recapped my life in the past 2 months;

Have sex with Dylan at a party

Skip period

1 ½ months later find out I'm pregnant

Tell Dylan – wants nothing to do with it

Parents find out

Kicked out of house

Where did this all come from?

"WHAT?!" Elena yelled when I told her, "You're moving?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "Until I have the baby. Then, I don't know, I guess I'll decide then."

Elena shook her head. I noticed she had tears in her eyes.

"You're not crying are you?"

"God, Katie, I worry about you. You're pregnant; you're moving…what have you done with my best friend?"

She wiped her red, tear filled eyes. I was ready to retaliate, make excuses…but I didn't.

"You know what, I don't know." I replied.

A few days later I was all packed up. I had a suitcase full of all my belongings. One night I just stood in front of the mirror in my underwear, staring at my flat stomach. I tried to imagine being fat but I couldn't. I just couldn't believe in a few months I would be fat, and my secret would be out. A baby was growing inside me. A horrible part of me wished that I would miscarriage so I wouldn't have to have it. I tried to get the thought out of my head, but I couldn't.

I left most of my possessions (that didn't belong in draws) in the room, but I did take my pillow, favourite doona cover and my jewellery box. Nearly everything else that I wanted to take was packed into the bag; discman, CD's, shoes, camera, toiletries and clothes of course. Not that my clothes will fit in a few months.

I said goodbye to my friends from school. They said they'd see me soon, and wanted to know if I'd miss Dylan. I told them I definitely wouldn't.

I hadn't told any of them. Somehow I just couldn't say it. All my friends at school are sexually active, but I know they'd frown on being pregnant. None of them would hesitate to have an abortion. I guess that's how I'm different from them.

Elena came with me to the airport the morning my plane left. I checked my bag in for Brisbane, then said goodbye to my parents. Things were still awkward between us. It was like Dad just didn't know what to say or how to act around me. Mum was a bit better, but instead of not knowing what to say, she appeared more disappointed.

"Bye then," Dad said awkwardly. We didn't move for a second, then I hugged him. All I wanted was for him to understand me, to hug me like he loved me. We pulled away, then I hugged mum.

"I know this isn't easy for you," she whispered to me, wiping away tears, "But we do love you, even if you don't know it. We're sorry for what's happened, but we think this will be the best thing for us all. We'll ring you a lot, and Aunty Lisa will look after you, okay?"

I nodded. I wasn't crying. It wasn't that I didn't love my parents. I resented them for not giving me the love I had wanted. In a way, I guess I blamed then for this, even though it had been my fault.

I turned to Elena, and hugged her tightly. She sobbed, and I started crying to. I had come to realise that Elena had been such a good friend to me over the years, and maybe I hadn't treated her as well as I should have. She would try to make sure I was okay at parties. She was always the one to ring me, I wouldn't ever bother. I grimaced at the thought.

"Elena," I said, quietly so my parents couldn't hear, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being a very good friend to you."

"Promise me one thing. That you'll try to learn from this, okay?"

I promised I would.

"I'll try to change." I said.

"I'll come and visit you next holidays if you don't come here." Elena said.

"I hope you do."

With a last hug I said goodbye to them, and went through the gates.

I had an hour before my plane departed, so I took some money out of my pocket and bought an early lunch.

I was sitting there eating McDonalds, wondering if I should be eating it considering I'm pregnant, when my mobile rang. I grabbed my handbag and took out my phone.

"Hello?" I said, not recognising the phone number.

"Hi, Kate. It's Aunty Lisa here."


"Well, I'll be picking you up at the Ballan airport this afternoon, then?"

"Where? Oh, Ballan. That's…where you live is it?"

"Yes. There's another Ballan in Victoria, but you know, this one's different."

Oh my god. Did she really just say that? Great, I was going to live with someone who thought I was an idiot!

"Well, I'll see you then."

"Okay. Bye,"

"Bye." She said, and hung up.

I sighed, turned the phone off and put it back in my bag. How am I going to live with her? She's a stranger to me. I don't know her, and I don't really know anything about her. Am I supposed to just pretend that we're a happy little family?

I finished my lunch and found my boarding gate. I sat and waited until it was finally time to board.

It wasn't until we were high above Australia, on our way to Brisbane, that I started to feel queasy. Maybe I shouldn't have had that McDonalds after all.

I threw up in the plane toilet. I stayed in there for a while, hoping the smell would go away, but it didn't.

It sort reminded me of a time when we flew to England to visit my mum's cousin, and I got my period unexpectedly. They didn't have any pads or anything so I shoved heaps of toilet paper in my undies and spent most of the trip in the toilet. That wasn't really a very enjoyable trip.

Chapter 4 will be up soon hopefully. If you liked it/hated it, please review, I don't care if you bag it out.