A/N: Hey guys! I edited this a little. lol yeah. The sentences are choppy, I know, but this is the only chapter like that. All the others are better. Sorry!

Chapter 1

"See you tomorrow!" called my friend. "Yup!" I laughed, "Bye!" I watched her disappear into the street. Alexus is such a good friend, I thought. She always takes the time to walk me home… I turned around to face my old, light blue, two story house. I walked up to my front porch. It was a red color. I thought it added onto the house nicely. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my key. Without hesitation, I shoved the key into the lock and turned it. I opened the door. I was actually surprised when I found that it was dark and kind of creepy. "Hello?" I called. No one answered.

Maybe my parents aren't home yet… I thought. I walked around to the back door, expecting to see that there were no cars in our driveway. What I saw sort of freaked me out; Not just one car, but two cars, both of which, belonged to my parents.

When I saw this I gasped and became even more frightened. I began running upstairs, downstairs, through all the rooms and halls, yelling, "Mom? Dad?" No answer. "Luke? Bear!" still no reply. What's going on? Where are they! I thought to myself, as I started to panic.

During my frantic pacing, I glanced at the living room window. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Standing in the middle of the street was a boy. He looked about my age. He had longish blonde hair that was tied into a braid, a red coat with a strange symbol on the back, black pants, and black shoes that looked like combat boots. That's all I saw, his back was facing me.

Did this boy come home to an empty house too? I wondered. I suddenly wanted to reach out and help the boy. I opened the door and walked out. I walked down the steps of my porch and stopped at the edge of the side walk. He didn't turn around like I thought he would, so I decided to ask him.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I got his attention, but instead of answering me, he slowly turned around. That's when I got a good look at his face. "You're…!" I stammered. The boy standing in front of me was…

I never got to finish that thought. I felt a sharp, sudden pain in my back. "Wha…!" I managed to choke out, before I fell to the concrete.

I had been stabbed.

My eyes shot open, and I quickly sat up in my bed. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I lifted up my shirt and examined my stomach and back. There was no scar. There were no stitches. There was no bandage. No indication whatsoever that I had actually been stabbed.

"It was… a dream?" I breathed. It was so vivid though… not that I was upset about it being a dream or anything… I rolled over, trying to go back to sleep, when I glanced at my calendar. "Oh crap!" I gasped and nearly fell out of my bed. The calendar read: MAY 20th: DON'T FORGET TO CATCH YOUR PLANE!

As I read this, I remembered, " Oh yeah! I'm supposed to fly to Roatan, Hondurous today!" I jumped out of bed, grabbed my pre-packed suitcase, and went down stairs. To my relief, My mother, father, brother, and dog, were all down stairs. My dad gave me a weird look and said, "You're getting on the plane like that?" I looked down at my current outfit. I still had my sleep clothes on. "Man…!" I said, under my breath, as I ran back up stairs.

This time, I went into the bathroom and I double checked. I had a red short sleeved shirt on, with skinny jeans and my dirty black converse. I tied my light brown hair back into a ponytail. Then I took it down and put it into a single braid, flowing over my shoulder. Then I applied my usual makeup to make both my hazel eyes and my totally pale skin stand out. Okay, maybe I'm not totally pale, but my whole family is really tan, which makes me look pale compared to them.

I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked okay. I went back into my room and contemplated bringing Fullmetal Alchemist, volumes 13-15. You never know. They might have volume 12 in Roatan. Of course, if my mom had taken me to the library, I would have it by now. I already skipped volume seven! No way, was I going to go from 11 to 13. Not again! I decided not to bring the books after all.

I hurried down the stairs, only to be attacked by my mother. "Oh Emily! I'll miss you so much! Please call me when you off the plane! You have to call every night, to say goodnight and to tell us you're okay!" She sobbed as she hugged me, squeezing all the air out of my lungs. "Mom… I promise." I said, hoping she would let me go. "I love you!" "Love you too, Mom!" I laughed. It was true. I really do love my mom. We do fight often, and it seems like she always hates on me and lectures me and nags me, but despite all that, I truly do love my mother.

We got into the car, but not before my father and brother had to pry her arms off of me. We drove to the airport.

When we got there, I barely had any time to spare. First I gave Dad a hug, then Luke. I turned to give my mom a hug. She looked me in the eyes and basically gave me a whole checklist.

"Did you get your phone?" "yep" "Passport?" "Yes" "Extra shoes and clothes?" "Yeah" "Tooth brush?" "Nope" " Good… wait what?" She looked at me frantically. "Relax, Mom, I'm kidding." I showed her my tooth brush in my bag as proof. She hugged me and told me she loved me some more, and so did my dad. Luke? Nope. In his mind, he was too cool for that. I still loved him anyway, though.

I waved goodbye to my family and got on the plane.

I was looking out the window, watching the world become smaller and smaller, until all I could see were clouds. I watched the clouds for maybe ten minutes. Then I got bored. I pulled out a drawing book and started to doodle.

"You're quite an excellent artist!" the man sitting next to me said. "Who, me?" I said, startled. Who else would he be talking to, stupid? I thought to myself. "Uh, Thanks! I'm not the best, but I've had years of practice!" I said. "Oh really? How long have you been drawing for?" he asked. He actually sounded curious. I thought about how long ago it had been since my aunt bought me that Sailor Moon DVD box set. "Uh… I think since I was five or six years old." I answered. "I'm fourteen now so..." I counted the years in my head. "Eight or nine years?" "Whoa! I guess practice really does make perfect!" he said. Then he turned around for the rest of the flight.

I don't remember how many hours the flight lasted. I had fallen asleep. The turbulence must've woke me up. Wait… I thought to myself, That's not turbulence…we're landing! I was overjoyed! I had always hated planes.

After about thirty minutes, I had called my mother, and the plane finally stopped and let it's passengers out. I was psyched to get some fresh air! I was going to be spending the entire summer vacation with my Uncle Mark! My mood suddenly changed when I stepped outside the plane. It was raining. Raining! Not to mention it was chilly too.

I spotted Uncle Mark and ran over to him. We got my bag and he drove me to his house. That would be my home for the rest of summer vacation.

In the car he asked me if I was excited for high school next year. He asked me how my family was doing. He asked me how tall I was. He asked what books I was reading at the time. The entire car ride was nothing but questions. It was his way of catching up.

We got to his house and he showed me my room. I sat my bag down and went into the living room. June, his fluffy white cat, rubbed up against my leg. Then she hissed. She probably smelled Bear.

After we ate dinner and had a nice chat, it stopped raining. I saw that as an opportunity to get to know the area better. "Uncle Mark?" "Yeah?" "May I go walk around outside? I want to get to know the area." "Sure but it's a little muddy… whatever, just don't get lost." He chuckled and smiled at me. "Thank you!" I said as I grabbed the jacket that was hanging on the hook near the door. I ran outside.

The jacket was a light brown, sort of like my hair, except my hair is more golden than this. The jacket was warm and long. It probably went down to my knees.

I was a good distance from the house when it started pouring. No, pouring is an understatement. It's like Mother Nature decided to empty one bucket after the other. I didn't even know it could rain this hard! I apparently hadn't seen it all like I thought I had, in Oklahoma.

It was then that I heard the thunder. It was so loud that it hurt my ears. I jumped, startled. I lost my footing on the muddy road. I fell. I think I hit my face on a rock or something. I have no idea what happened next, because I lost consciousness almost immediately after.