A/N:I know, I know. I still have two stories to finish. But my friends and I had this excellent idea. Well, I thought of this story, and they came up with the idea for a series. Anywho. I changed my pen name, and as you noticed, these stories are under a different name as well. They are all written by different people, but they follow along the same lines. Now with the story.
PRLOGUE:
Amaya was sitting on her bed the day after school let out. She knew she should be packing. Her plane left early the next morning. She would be visiting her grandma and grandpa Cole. Her favorite grandparents. They lives abroad and the only time she got to see them was on holidays and on her summer break. They had lived their for as long as she could remember. Her father had only moved here when he met her mother. She wished he would have asked her mother to move over there. She loved everything about London and all the other towns she'd visited. She found herself so excited about the trip that she was paralyzed with joy. She finally snapped back to reality and realized she'd better pack.
She had a long filght ahead of her.