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Disclamer: I OWN NOTHING OF TRUE BLOOD AND THE CHARACTERS. I OWN MY OC THATS ALL. :)

Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

Well this is day one of this diary. I'm only doing this because well…I don't actually know. Diary ever just want to write your life's events down so that later on in life u can see what you've gone through and what to reflect on. Well this is how I plan on doing it. I never knew my life would take the road that it has I don't even think I would want it to if I was looking at it from another point of view. But ya know the sayin, u must follow a road less travelled…or something like that. My life before this was filled with sorrow, not to throw myself a pity party but I don't want to sugar coat anything. My name is Christina Angelica-Raqueal Lopez. Ha I know a very long and Latina name. I am 18 years old and have just moved from NY to Bon temps Louisianna. Which reminds me alot of my home in Puerto Rico; very hot. Well enough of my babbling…. Until next time. XOXOTina.


I put the book down and looked around the small stuffy but quaint room I called my home for 5 years. I was really going to miss it. I hear giggles and squeaks and smile to myself. The child at this orphanage are so cheerful when most have been abonded by uncaring, unloving parents(though not all have). I grab my bags and Mrs. Franks coming into my room.

"We're sure going to miss you dear" she smiles a sad smile and embraces me. I can smell peppermint and cigarettes on her. Others may find that smell revolting, I found comfort in it.

"I'm gong to miss you too. But I'll call and try and visit as much as I can" I grab my bags again and descend down the stairs to the main lobby, where the living room is and the kitchen.

St. Micheal's Orphanage for the Youth, was located on the lower east side of New York. It was named after the saint but believe me the other people that worked here besides Mrs. Franks weren't saints. Imagine Annie and that was what we had to do….until Mrs. Franks came along. She was a tall, thin, woman. About 50 years old with big brown eyes and brown hair that had strands of silver started it show. You could tell she was a muy bonita in her day, but knew how to party with Crack Cocaine which will make anyone look older then they are.

We called her Mrs. Franks outta repesct though we all knew Mr. Franks had gone and left her for a young brazillian model. Mrs. Franks was still was having a hard time with letting him go….( i still dont see how a man like him could get someone has hot as her). Anyway, she was like everyone's favorite hip grandma…(that no one really had) and having her around made staying at the orphanage a little more tolerable.

We make it down the stairs and I am ambushed my Mikey. Mikey was the cutest little boy you would meet. He was African-American but had hazel eyes and light hair. He was very short even for me. He was only six but he was so smart he was in 6 grade math. He came over to me with his thumb in his mouth looking sleepy and sad. I put my bag down and crouch down to pick him up. He takes his thumb out of his mouth and smiles out me with a toothless grin. He had just lost his front tooth the night before.

" Are yow gwying awoay forebebr Twina?" He looked at me with those eyes and I just about cried.

" No bebé, I'm going away to go to school. I'm only a couple hours away. And hey, I'll give Mrs. Franks my cell number and if you need me for anything…" I give him a small kiss on the cheek to which he squeals to" for anything I'll mal estar aquí para ti". Mikey was sometimes bullied by the other kids for his size and voice,if he needed me i would be here for him.

" I'll miss yow Twina. Te quiero". I smile at him. I had been teaching the kids Spanish; because I know college love bi-lingual stedents. He kisses me on the cheek and I place him on the floor. This was harder then I thought. I was glad i was leaving at night so I can leave before everyone else wakes up. I know they would want to say goodbye but it was too hard. I grab my bag again and hug Mrs. Franks one more time, then I head to my red buggie. Mrs. Franks bought it for me when she pawned her wedding ring. It wasn't the best car but it work. Bon temps here I come !

A/N Well ik its very short. i hate short stuff but at times i dont like long stories so im gunna try and my it in between. :)

This is the first chapter. Now idk how long it takes to drive from ny to lousinna…but were going to prend it take like two days? Haha. Okay review please. First chapter of a first fan fic. This story is going to be ERIC/OC but dont like get scared and hate it. Everyone plays a role and it will probs b M cause u cant have it all fluffy for TrueBlood. O btw im basing Christina off of what Christaina Millian looks like. U can google her if you like, or make up whoever u feel the charácter looks like. K enjoy . any suggestions on hoe fanfic works or how i can make the show better please tell me ! :)