I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.
Prologue
When I was ten years old, my mother told me that everybody is special in their own way. Some people are smart, some are good at sports, some can sing, and so on. And when she said this, all I could think about was she has no idea how true that statement really is. You see, ever since I was born I have had something special about me. Something I've never told anybody. I know when everyone I meet will die. I can tell you the exact time and date that they will kick the bucket. And if I know the person really well, I can tell you how they will die. At first I didn't think anything of the visions that I saw every time I saw someone new. But when I saw my grandmother dying of a heart attack just days after my sixth birthday, I had to tell somebody. So I went up to my parents who were having a game night with their friends at our kitchen table, and told them about how grandma will die of a heart attack on December sixteenth. Of course they didn't believe me, a five year old at the time. They just laughed it off, saying that I had a wild imagination. But they got the surprise of their lives when it actually happened.
Then about five years later I had a vision of my parents dying in a plane crash on September 11th, 2001. I had begged them not to go. I actually got down on my hands and knees and begged them, saying that I'll clean the house from top to bottom every week for a month. But they didn't listen to me, so they left, and died a couple weeks later, just as I saw in my vision. After that day I was left in the supervision on my older brother, Derick, who was seven years older than me. About a year ago he died in a gang shoot out, leaving me with no other place to go. I was placed in foster care and was in more households than I can count. But after I was almost beat to death by one of my foster father's, I applied for emancipation. In the two months that I had until I turned sixteen, I got a job at a diner, and made sure I had all access to the money my parents left me. Then I looked for small apartments or maybe someone looking for a roommate.
Finally, on my sixteenth birthday I went to court and was granted emancipation. For a while it was great to be free of the foster care system. But after a while of living with a roommate that I couldn't stand, I decided that I was going to sell everything I own, except for a few necessities, like a pair of clean clothes, my wallet which has my credit card, and some family photos in it, and my father's old flannel sweater which I wear whenever I get cold; and I left the town. For the past three months I've been hitchhiking through several states and made it from New York to Washington. And I plan on maybe settling there for a few years to finish school. Then maybe I'll go to college in another country. But little did I know, that once I reached Washington, that I was never going to leave.
A/N: Should I continue? Let me know.
~Gina