I had every opportunities that other girls wished they had. My father's job allowed us to have more than enough money for me to do what I loved. Gymnastics. But…it wasn't enough. Not even the fact that I was a National hopeful could distract me from the fact that while everything was going on in my life, my mother was still gone, replaced by my father's new girlfriend Stella. I was lonely, to say the least. I shook my head, shaking off thoughts like that. I turned my attention back to Maria, who was working her way pathetically through her beam routine. It was pathetic how she kept falling. No, I wasn't sitting in my former gym. In fact, I was sitting on my bed in my new room. My father had moved us to Mystic Falls which is a fate worse than hell for someone totally ready for Nationals. I shut off the tv and stood, heading downstairs.
"Take an umbrella," Stella yelled from the kitchen as soon as my hand touched the doorknob.
To be spiteful, I ignored the umbrellas resting in the stand by the door and walked out, jogging away under a gray sky.
The clearing was a place I had found simply by jogging everyday since we'd gotten here. No one seemed to even know it existed. The wet leaves beneath my feet made me fall on my butt but it didn't hurt. Much. So now I lay there, staring at the sky.
"Lost?"
I sat up fast at the voice, looking at the dark stranger that seemed to be parting from the trees themselves.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Who are you?" he asked, crossing his arms.
The smirk he gave me should have put me on edge but on his face it looked perfect. I smirked as well, hoping that it at least semi challenged his.
"My name is Ace," I said.
"Damon," he said.
He strolled over, sitting beside me.
"So, lost?" he asked.
"Pfft, no," I said.
I pulled my knees to my chest.
"The only one lost is my dad. What was he thinking, moving us to Mystic Falls."And just like that, every grievance I had poured out of me like a river. To a complete stranger with no official degree that I knew of. In the time we spent in that clearing, he learned about my mom, her abandonment, my dad and his bimbo girlfriend , Stella. And Nationals. Things I'd never tell my dad or my psychiatrist. Things that, if I ever got a chance, I'd never tell my mom. After I'd finished, Damon just sat there, staring at me. Under that black gaze, I realized he was right. I felt lost. I didn't know what I was going to do anymore. I wasn't too good at much else. A raindrop landed on my cheek and I looked up as the sky let loose a barrage of raindrops. Damon rose, pulling me up.
"Come on," he said. "I'll give you a ride."I followed him out of the woods, staring at his back. I couldn't help but wander what he was thinking but decided it was best not to know. It doesn't take a genious to figure out that I was lost. I was proof of that.
A/N: I'm probably going to get Hell for this but I don't care. I didn't like the Lost I WAS doing so I changed it and I feel a lot better about this one. Maybe, in the future, I'll pick up the former Lost but for now, this'll do.
