TrappedinaPhoto: I have to apologize to one person, JJ-Jefferu. I had previously, years ago now, promised her that I would write this.

Ray: It's about time. How long have you had the first couple of chapters written?

TrappedinaPhoto: Hush you. You are not helping anything. In fact you are making it worse. It's just that I had no idea where this story was going so I was very hesitant to post any of it. So be quiet Ray. Or something bad is going to happen to you.

Ray: But don't I… -has mouth covered by Jacob-

TrappedinaPhoto: Thank you very much Jake. Would you like to do the disclaimer?

Jacob: Sure thing. –is handed script- TrappedinaPhoto does not own anything that you believe or know for a fact does not belong to her. She does however own Rayana, any other OC that may crop up, the plotline, and all the various things this story has been written on. –flips page over- Did I miss anything?

TrappedinaPhoto: Nope you're good.

Ray: -breaks free- Enjoy!

I sat on the curb outside of the Grey-Hound station. My father had only stayed with me until the station opened to purchase me a one way ticket out of LA.

Why you may ask, would I be leaving bright, sunny, fabulous LA? The bitch, or commonly known as Stepmother. It was decided that I was to be sent to live with my estranged Uncle in the middle of some forest in Washington.

The woman saw me as a trouble because I liked to go down to the Bowl and tape my friends skateboarding. Never snuck out. Never drank. Never smoked, snorted, or injected myself, pierced cut, or anything.

She couldn't even wait till Winter break to throw me out; which was about four weeks away. It was nice to know whose side my father was on, and who he loved.

Thanks Dad.

Rubbing my eyes, I pulled my cell phone out of my jeans pocket, it was 8:25, and my bus was due at 8:30. I hadn't really gotten any sleep last night. June and Nikki had kept me up all night. They wouldn't let me waste one minute of time with sleep when I was permanently leaving LA in just a few hours.

Glaring up at the sky, I hated that I was leaving the sun. It may have been 100 something degrees here, but where I was going, it was somewhere between 60 to 80 degrees, so I had a hoodie draped over my shoulder bag. The duffel bag by my feet was mostly stuffed with clothes. Only two objects weren't clothing; a teddy bear and a giant photo-book.

The shoulder bag slung across my chest held my important items.

I clicked the side of my phone again, 8:29; the bus pulled up, vomiting out all of its passengers and luggage. I stayed seated on the curb until the last passenger had gotten off. When they had, I got up and immediately tried boarding, in the process tripping myself on the far between steps.

The disgruntled looking man coughed loudly when I tried walking past him and his mammoth steering wheel; I pulled out my boarding pass and waved it.

He coughed again and I turned and glared.

"You gotta put that in storage kid," he sneered, eyeing my duffel. Following the fat man back down the steps, he opened one of the panels. Sticking his hand up for my duffel, I bypassed him and put my bag in myself, turned and headed back onto the bus before he could complain.

I picked a seat somewhere towards the middle of the bus, hopefully far enough out of visual range of the Fatman that he wouldn't stare at me the whole ride.

I leaned my head to the right to rest it against the window pane. I watched as people began slowly to board.

Turning to my shoulder bag, I pulled my phone out of a front pocket. Flipping it open, I scrolled through my contacts until I reached the name I was looking for. Create New Text; I stared at the flashing line, trying to decide what to say. In the end I just snapped the phone shut and banged my head on the window.

I clenched my phone, then released my grip; trading holding the phone to holding my music player, once I put the earphones in. Drifting off to sleep, I only barely noticed leaving the county limits.

My very last thought was "Fuck, I hate Forks."

~About 1,140 miles Later~

Someone was shaking me. And they weren't being very polite about it either. Whoever it is, is about to have a very bad thing coming their way.

My brain struggled to achieve consciousness. It took about a minute for my mind to process the fact that the fat bus driver was the one shaking me, trying to get me up obviously. "Argh. Go away" I mumbled, hitting my head against the window pane a little harder than I thought was physically possible. That was definitely going to hurt later.

"Come on kid. I don't have all day," the Fatman said shaking me again. Both my fists immediately clenched into fists. I shook my head furiously the next instant attempting to dispel the sudden anger.

"It's the end of the line," he shook my shoulder again; I glared at his hand when he didn't remove it from my shoulder.

I wobbly got up, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my right shoulder. Rubbing my head, I stumbled my way behind the driver off the bus. I tripped on the last step, and almost ate the flat concrete below. I would like to credit this fall to grogginess; atleast it's what I wanted to do.

Chuck, as I wanted to call him, used confusing ring of keys to unlock the side panel. Yawning hugely, I watched him quickly dumped my duffel bag at my feet, and stomp off in the direction of the station.

"Asshole" I mumbled under my breath, rubbing the spot on my head that was beginning to throb. I was stooped down for the duffel, when I heard someone call out my name. Rachel?" a man in a law enforcement uniform asked.

"Chief," I replied, straightening up immediately, holding the duffel in my left hand, "nice to see you again. How's it going?"

"Fine, fine," he reached over, and took my duffel out of my hand. And turned and walked in the opposite direction of the station; presumably to the parking lot. I was looking for the cruiser, but all there was were 2 economy cars and a vintage yellow mustang.

He walked to the trunk of the aforementioned vehicle and unlocked the trunk and put my duffel in to my disbelief.

"Woah, Chief, how did you swing this beauty?" I asked, running my hand across the exterior while going to the passenger side door.

"Uh, your cousin married some big shot banker… That is pretty generous," he said unlocking his door, then leaned across the cabin and unlocked my door.

After getting in, I leaned my head against the door frame, and slipped back into unconsciousness.

TrappedinaPhoto: Well, there you have it people.

Seth: Hey! I wasn't in here!

TrappedinaPhoto: I know, this was just the intro. Duh. You shall be showing up shortly.

Seth: Do I get to do anything fun?

TrappedinaPhoto: Uh, define fun?

Ember: REVIEW FOOLS! –is looked at funny by both TrappedinaPhoto and Seth-

TrappedinaPhoto: -points and yells- What are you doing here?