Celia POV
"I love you, mi ángel." A smiling lady with black curls dangling down above me whispered. She kissed my forehead and hugged me tight. "Don't worry... I will be back soon." I began to sniffle. Soon, hot tears streamed down my cheeks. "No, máma. Don't go! I'll miss you!"
Her dark eyes melted with sadness. "I'm so sorry, mi hija. I know that my job will take me away, but I can't quit, not yet. I've already been away for too long..." She held my six-year-old self and stroked my hair. "I wish I didn't have to leave you..."
"But máma," I hesitated, my big eyes widening as an idea flashed into my mind. "Why can't you take me with you?"
My mom hesitated, silent for a long time. Meanwhile, my father entered the apartment, sticking his favorite baseball cap on top of the coat rack, and pulling his brown aviator jacket off.
"Honey, sweetheart, I'm home!" His grin quickly faded at the sight of me crying in my mother's arms.
"What... what's going on?" His brown eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Daddy, máma says she has to go to Italy for work! But I don't want her to leave!" I cried. My parents exchanged a look. Realization dawned upon my father.
"Is... it time?" My dad asked cautiously.
Máma nodded, still thinking. "Should we... I don't know, but..."
My father walked over and wiped my eyes. He looked determined. "We will. Celia, how would you like to visit Italy?"
My mother was a journalist. My father was a computer consultant. No, not was. Is. I don't know where they are, but I am certain they are still alive.
My name is Celiana Alana. I know, that rhymes. My last name, I don't know. My parents are missing. I am in a harbor area, called Mission Bay. I'm 13 years old, and I found out from the latest newspaper that I am somewhere in California.
I've been here for about 1 hour. When I woke up, I was lying on a bench outside of a seafood restaurant. I wrinkled my nose. I guess I know one more thing about myself: I don't like seafood. It's not incredibly useful to know, but every little piece of info I remember helps to ease the knot in my stomach just a little bit. Searching my chocolate colored jacket, I found a note, written in perfect cursive writing, saying, We love you, Celia. We'll see you ASAP.
This is all I know about my surroundings. This, and the scene I just described from 7 years ago, is all I can remember.
So... what do you think so far? The Lab Rats will enter in the next chapter. This is my first fanfic, so I'm kind of nervous, but I hope you will like it! Feel free to review or message me with comments or suggestions. No flaming please! :)