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Chapter 1
California, it used to be favorite place in the world until it took the life of my mother. I looked out the window of the cab and remembered all the horrid details of that night.
I came home from school, like any other day, but when I walked into the kitchen I saw my mother's petite figure lying in a pool of her own blood. The crimson red liquid drenching her long red hair. I ran to her screaming her name," Kathy! Kathy!" I frantically tried to wake her all the time knowing she would never open her eyes again. I sat there crying and screaming until my common sense came flooding back, then I called the police.
I can't remember any more then that, the doctors said I went into shock. The lawyers told me that they'd notified my father who I thought was dead. I was being sent to his house in Cusick, Washington. A miserable, dreary, practically deserted town to live with a father I've never meet.
"Mam, were here." the cab driver announced. I heard him, but I didn't want to get out. So, I sat there until he repeated his statement.
With a sigh I stepped out into the warm air of California. I slowly walk around to retrieve my bags that the cab driver so nicely left on the curb in his hasty retreat. I was hot, burning in the sun. People all around me were staring at me, trying to penetrate my being. I assume they are wondering why the fuck I'm wearing a thick wool sweater.
I had dressed for the occasion, the coldness of my new home. I was wearing a crew neck ivory sweater that hugged my curves. Matched with a pair of dark denim skinny jeans. I felt uncomfortable in such constricting clothes, but living in California I don't own many winter clothes. Actually I don't own any. I'm wearing my mothers outfit she bought when she visited her mother two years ago down in New Jersey.
I had only met my Grandmother once when I was 10, she died when I was 14 and I'm sad to say I almost didn't care. Almost because seeing my mother break down in tears caused me quite a bit of sorrow.
"Hello, are you Miss Emerson?" a timid voice asked startling me back in to the reality that I was standing in the middle of an airport.
I turned around to face a tall, bone thin, lanky women, "um... yes I am.", I spluttered out. I had come to the conclusion that she was the women the cops said would meet me at the airport.
"Hi, I'm Officer Kennley. I'm here to escort you to your flight." She told me gaining strength in her voice.
The fat balding man who was the lawyer handling my mothers case had informed me that the police were sending someone to escort me to my flight due to my age and 'special' circumstance. The women was supposed to meet me at the check-in station and handle all the flight preparation, then leave me once I had boarded my plane.
We didn't talk as we made are way through security. I hadn't realized that boarding a plane was so much work, but considering this would be my first time to ever fly my lack of knowledge wasn't surprising. It toke a good twenty minutes to make our way through the security line.
"Well this is where I leave you honey", honey?," your plane is boarding in five minutes so don't go anywhere. Bye bye now." she said all this like she was coaxing a scared bunny rabbit.
"Yeah ok. Thank you for your help." I flashed a fake smile as she walked away.
I boarded my plane shortly after she left and settled in for the 5 hour flight.