Please don't say it sounds like Twilight; it doesn't. That's irriataing and I've been told. It's not like it. Here it is:
Life. What can I say? Now that I moved in with my dad, John, I don’t believe it has miracles anymore. I moved in with him because of my mom. She had met a new guy and she completely forgot about me. I no longer was in her life. So once I got a job, I ended up raising enough money to buy myself a one-way plane ticket to live with John.
This was only the beginning.
Chapter 1
The 5:00 morning air was brisk; almost chilling. I pulled my jacket tighter. New Mexico’s morning’s can do that to you. I pulled the door of my mom’s, Kari, small blue car open. Crawling in, the door fell closed and I watched Pete, my mom’s new boyfriend, bring my backpack to the car. He tossed it in the trunk and climbed in the front seat.
Pete hadn’t said a thing in the drive to the airport. He dumped my out with my backpack. I huffed, picked up my backpack, walked to the counter and checked in. As I walked inside, a wave of heat hit me like a slap. The heat traveled inside my jacket, giving me the goose bumps again. I walked up to the Security Check-in. On the other side, I walked to the Star Bucks, got a cup and walked to my gate.
There was only one seat open. And it was next to a girl with jet black hair and pale skin. She wore jeans and a light green shirt. I shuffled over to the seat and slid down. “Hi,” I hear in my ear. I glance sideways. The girl had put the book down she was reading and talked to me.
“H-hi,” I stammer.
“You’re going to Port Angeles?” she asks.
“Well, kind of. I’m actually driving down to Forks.”
“Really?! Me too!”
“Oh. Nice.”
“Why are you going there?” She’s interested in my life?
“To live with my dad, John.”“Last name Hawk?”“Yeah. How’d you know?”
Her words come out in a rush. “Because I actually live in Forks and I heard about this…this.. guy. Everyone said he wasn’t safe. And it was John Hawk. Why are you living with him? You have a brother, right?!”
Wow. “I’m living with him cause my mom is being stupid and she forgot I lived with her.”
“You have a brother, right?”
“Yeah.” The doors are open and we’re able to board. I stood up, reached into my front pocket of my backpack, pull out my ticket and get in the line to board. The girl does the same.
“Don’t you know what John did to him? Wait, his name’s…….” she trails off.
“Ryan. And no. What did he do?” I hand the lady my ticket and she tears off a piece and hands it back. I walk into the tunnel and walk into the plane. The girl rushes after me. Soon, she’s right behind me, trying to find her seat.
I turn into the D, E, or F, row twelve. I slid into the window seat. Surprisingly the girl slides into the middle. She shoves her back under the chair in front of her, I copy her.
“He abused him.” She murmurs it in a quiet voice.
I shake my head. “Ryan would of said something. He knew I was coming to live with John.”
She slowly nods her head, accepting that. “But he could have been afraid.”
I shrug.
“By the way, what’s your name?” she asks.
“Zanna. Yours?”
“Katniss. Or just Kat.”
For the rest of the plane ride, Kat had questions. So many I lost count. She soon fell asleep and I brought out my lap top.