I do not own Lost Boys. I only own Anastasia and her Aunt Becky.
The Lost Boys Fan fiction
"We are now landing at Santa Carla airport so please buckle your seatbelts," the pilot's voice said. The young teenage girl that had been sleeping peacefully was woken up by the pilot's announcement. Looking out the window the young woman was confronted with the glare of the sun and the sandy beach. She sighed and thought, "Well here is to a new start."
I guess I should introduce myself now. Hello my name is Anastasia, but everyone calls me Ana. I have bluish-green eyes and I have to wear glasses. Dang you television. I'm a brunette and I'm 5'8". I'm tall and skinny and I'm tan, but that is only because my parents didn't want me to look dead. My origins, well the ones I know anyway are Cherokee Indian and English. I turned 19 a few days ago, but it wasn't a happy birthday at all. The event that happened on my birthday is the reason why I'm going to Santa Carla. The night of my party my dad came home angry, because of a bad day at work. My mom and him went into their bedroom and started talking. I had a few friends over and we were singing karaoke in my room. All of a sudden my parents are yelling at each other and we all heard something crash to the ground. I walked into the hallway and saw that their bedroom lamp had been thrown into the hallway. I looked into their room and saw my dad holding a gun to my mom's head, and he was shouting at her. I was shocked in fear at what I saw. I yelled for my dad to stop, but when I ran toward him he shot my mother through the head. He whirled the gun towards himself and shot himself in the head. Before he pulled the trigger I heard him say sorry. I collapsed to my knees in shock and I heard my friends screaming in the background. The last thing I remember are the police driving me to my grandparent's house, the police asking me questions, going to my parent's funeral, my long lost Aunt Becky inviting me to live with her, and boarding the plane. Now here I am standing outside the Santa Carla airport.
I sat on top of my suitcase waiting for Aunt Becky's car to pull up. I looked at my watched and saw it was 5:40 p.m. "She's late." At 6:00 p.m., Aunt Becky's car finally pulled up. Aunt Becky rushed out of the car and pulled me into a big hug. "I'm so sorry. I would have been here earlier, but my boss wouldn't let me leave," Becky said. "It's okay," I said and hugged her back. The two of us got into her car with all of my stuff and we headed toward Aunt Becky's house. "I know you are just going to love living here. There are so many exciting things to do around here. I'll take you to the boardwalk later tonight," Becky said when we pulled into her driveway.
I looked up and saw a white two story house with red shutters, a black roof, and red roses all around the house. It was such a beautiful and welcoming place. The red roses also gave a warning to stay away because of the thorns, but that didn't bother me. "So do you like it Anastasia?" Becky asked as we got the suitcases out of the trunk. "It's beautiful Aunt Becky, but just call me Ana." The two of us walked up the front steps and Becky unlocked the front door. The cool air conditioner was the first thing I experienced in my new home. The smell of cinnamon was all throughout the house. The kitchen was bright colors; the living room was beige with couches everywhere and a big fireplace, the stairs led to the bedrooms upstairs. "Your room is at the end of the upstairs hallway and to the right," Aunt Becky told me as she headed to the kitchen. I nodded and walked upstairs to put my suitcases in my new room. Opening the door I saw a black bed with dark blue roses on the headboard. There was a black chest in the front of the bed, a black wardrobe at one wall, and a small desk with a computer close to the bay window. The bay window had white lace curtains and black and blue pillows. A bookshelf was beside the computer desk, the walls of the room were dark blue, the carpet was black, and the ceiling was painted as the midnight sky.
I started to unpack my suitcases and two hours later I was finished. Walking downstairs I heard Aunt Becky singing along to the radio. Sneaking up behind I scream, "Boo," Becky jumps and screams. "Ha ha," Aunt Becky says as she watches me roll around the kitchen floor laughing. Becky threw a spoon at me, and it hits me on the head. "Ow," I yell as I stand up rubbing the spot where the spoon hit me. "That's for laughing at me," my annoyed Aunt yells at me as she grabs her car keys and purse. "Why are you grabbing those?" I ask clueless. Becky sights and reminds me that she had promised to take me to the boardwalk. What I thought would be some stupid attraction will change my life forever.
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