UPDATE 14/01/2020: WOW this story is old as hell XD! I'm sorry if the writing is formatted horribly, I was 15 at the time when I wrote this. I was so proud too XD. I've decided to leave this here for people who do enjoy this and as a reminder to myself how far I've come in terms of writing. I'd recommend reading my most recent work for better quality stories. I mostly look back on this fondly as the first story that I ever completed without forgetting it altogether. Maybe one day I'll go through it all (with over 100 chapters you better wish me luck) and make the writing more presentable. But, until then, I do hope you enjoy this old treasure of mine.

A/N: Well everyone I finally managed to get the editing finished and now I have a better version of what I originally had. I do hope you like this new version of my story and please leave a review to tell me what you think. All my familiar fans of this story will notice the changes as in points of view will change and the story is told in the third person and not first. I think writing in third is a lot easier. Anyways I'm stopping you from reading. go right ahead and enjoy the story and please remember to leave a review and tell me what you think. I would love to hear your opinion. Good or bad.

So without further ado. Or whatever people say.

SECRETS I HOLD

ONE

One more hour felt.

The black haired teen known as Margo was resting her head against the plane window and staring down at the thick white clouds, she felt the vibrations against her head as she let out a sigh of boredom. Next to her, who was sleeping soundly, was Caroline. Her mother. She, unlike Margo, was a brown headed woman which was at shoulder length and frizzy.

The trip so far wasn't the best Margo had experienced and she wasn't expecting it to be. You know from the get-go that the journey will be painful when you realise that you can't stand the sound of a baby crying, especially if it's continuous.

It occurred to her that being a long way from home quickly catches up on you. Knowing that wherever you go you're known as an outsider, a twelve hour, freezing cold, ocean long, outsider. She was terrified: knowing that the cold weathers of England would be replaced with the scorching hot weathers of America; knowing that her accent will be out of place; knowing the differences between America and England; knowing that they have Presidents and not Kings or Queens.

Knowing that thinking about this too much will make my head explode.

Margo, in frustration, sighed and tried thinking about something else. She first tried looking out the window and admiring all the sights below her but all she saw was a sky cluttered with clouds. She tried watching a few cartoons on those small TV's on the seats and instantly stopped when the only cartoons she could find was ed edd n eddy. She tried doing some sketching except that she, despite her drawing skills, wasn't very creative or imaginative. She tried thinking about home, like the kids at the care home; how they looked and spoke and how they acted and behaved. About every time they came into her room and annoyed her shitless. She wished that listening to music was an option except she stupidly left her headphones in her suitcase which was packed in the belly of the plane.

And lastly, she thought about her family.

She thought about their smiles and laughs. All the happy memories she had with them. But when she thought about her Dad leaving that was when everything after that became a blur. The only thing she could remember was her Dad leaving and right after that she would be in care. She knew a big chunk of her life was missing from her memories and she would try her best to remember.

But her efforts were met with disappointment.

Every time she thought about it her mind would be blank, it would skip a moment in her life, a moment she wanted to remember, but it felt like her brain was hiding it from her. Almost as if it was fighting back; because of this Margo had to give up trying which she hated doing, but it was the only choice she had. So at that moment she gave up on her repetitive task and ended up right back to where she started. She hoped to relieve her frustration by looking out the window again which didn't do much the third time around.

Just then Margo noticed in the corner of her eye Caroline waking up from her slumber, she yawned slightly and gave Margo a gentle smile.

"Sleep well?" Margo asked while resting her head on her hand. Can't think of anything else to say.

"I did actually, thanks for asking. How about you? How are you finding the flight?"

"Long and boring. Next question."

Margo couldn't see her face but she knew what Caroline was thinking, her whole mood gave it away.

"Margo?"

Margo turned her head fully to face Caroline. "Yeah?"

"Still nervous about leaving home?"

"What'd you think?" Her voice was harsher then she meant it to be.

"Margo, it's ok to be nervous. Honestly, I'm a little nervous myself."

Caroline was Margo's Mother.

She knew back then in that so called care home that no one would be like her parents were. Enter Caroline. Who at first was as nervous as Margo the first time they met. She knew being a mother was a hard job, especially when there was no partner to help her. Caroline, in some respects, was like Margo. They both loved art, they both got easily moody, they both knew very little about other countries, both hated maths, both liked to read and both liked wearing dark colours.

In short, Caroline was a clone of Margo, just twenty years older.

But she was a clone with faults.

Caroline, unlike Margo, easily panicked about the smallest of things; it was something she quickly noticed when she was adopted by Caroline. She would run around getting her ready for school, sometime she would give Margo a hard time for being late or whenever she got into trouble, which was rarely. She also did a lot of writing in her spare time. But even if Margo didn't entitle Caroline as her mother she still was grateful that she adopted her. Thanks to her she was able to pick herself back up and raise her grades at school; thankfully passing her exams.

"Can you really blame me?" Margo said, looking out the window once more.

"Well I know it was a bit fast."

"A bit?"

"I just thought… you know…" Caroline scratched her neck nervously.

"What?"

"Well…that you would like a new start in life. To forget about all the shit you've been through."

Hardly ever heard her swear before.

"Yeah, I guess so."

We sat in silence.

"So," Margo wondered. "What's my uncle like, in Oregon?"

"Let's see… Stubborn? Definitely stubborn. Oh and don't get me started on the snoring. He drives me insane! Did I mention his stubbornness? But I love him, he's great. I think you'll like him." Caroline laughed to herself.

"That's an interesting combination."

"Yep, urgh and he can tease you like nobody's business!"

"Oh wow, I'm looking forward to that." Sarcasm.

Caroline couldn't help but smile at Margo's comment. "Don't worry he doesn't do it that often. He mostly does it when he's in a really good mood."

A snoring, teasing and stubborn uncle. Interesting.

"Where did you say he lived again?" Margo knew the answer but she wanted to clarify.

"Arcadia Bay, a few hours from the airport."

Great, more hours to add on.

"Arcadia Bay, sounds like a place full of arcades. Just slap on the Bay and there's your title."

"How did I know you would make a joke out of that?"

"Cause you're my clone."

Caroline raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth slightly. "Hey, we are nothing alike."

"Give me an example. Then we'll see."

"I can name all of the doctors from classic who to the present."

"And I like SiFi, which is the same. Try again."

"I like writing stories and you despise it."

"I don't despise it; I just find it boring and difficult."

"So you don't like it."

"…Yeah I don't like it."

"Ha! A difference."

Margo couldn't help the eye roll that came over her, just as she couldn't control the laughter that bubbled up a moment later. Caroline always knew how to cheer her up. Margo never really thought of her as her mum, more of a big sister.

The laughter died down and Margo shook her head in defeat. "Ok you got me." She giggled once more but soon after it died down again and she found herself looking out the window.

Caroline looked at her with a sad smile, moving a piece of hair behind Margo's ear. In response she turned to face her.

"Still nervous?" She asked.

"…Very."

Her smile grew. "Me too," she held Margo's hand comfortingly. "Let's be nervous together."

It was good knowing she felt the same way Margo did and was able to make a joke out of it. This new world would be a challenge, but Margo knew they had each other to get through it.

Margo with her other hand checked her watch.

Forty five minutes left.

Forty five minutes until we will be home.

Her eyes once again met the window that had now become a close friend. She sighed and began counting down the minutes until they would land.

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