Hey! I'm Arabella and this is my first story! I hope its not complete shit :/ Enjoy :p

"God damn it!" I whispered under my breath and pushed the passed out man away from my shoulder. "Too many complementary vodkas, huh?" I looked at the man with a smirk "why the hell am I talking to you?..." I pushed him away again and sighed. Has my life gotten to the point where I talk to drunk men on planes? I slumped over to the right side and tried to sleep but I couldn't, with the smell of alcohol and a baby crying about three feet away from me. This is my own personal hell.

I open the window and look out into all of the tiny buildings occupied with tiny people, of course. I wonder what they're doing in their tiny homes with their tiny families. I have a tiny family, a mom, a dad, and a brother. Who all equally worry about me and care about me. Sometimes I wish they didn't, but they have to, right?

My mind starts to wander off to nowhere. From school, to lunch tomorrow and what I'm going to wear, but most importantly piano practice. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I meet with the music teacher and we practice. My life pretty much revolves around music. For as long as I could walk, a could play the piano. It's like second nature but a bit more liberating. When I play I feel like I could do anything. My teacher says that I could be better than Chopin or Beethoven, which is a lot coming from him.

I catch my reflection in the window and see a smile. I haven't seen that in a long time. I often forget and think I'm going to see him again, but this is permanent. I'm leaving California and all of my friends for good, and I've convinced myself that it is for the better. I'm moving in with my uncle and cousin, Charlie and Bella. They live in a little town in Washington called Forks. I thought a small town away from a lot of people would be good for me.

Ever since I dislocated my wrist things have been going downhill. I've been depressed and emotionless. It's almost like I don't care about anything. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays have turned into just normal days and have no meaning. Some days I don't go to school and some nights I don't sleep, and I don't care. Everyone takes it as a pretty big deal and they all ask "are you OK?" "Did you sleep last night?" " Do you need to go home?" My parents are the worst of it. They never leave me alone or let me go out on my own. I know they're just trying to help me but it's not helping at all.

That's the whole reason I'm here now, on this plane, with this drunk, passed out man sitting next to me. I've lost all meaning in my life. But I can't bare to talk about it with anyone because that's when I start to care, when I start to feel.

I tightly grabbed the edge of my seat as we started to land. I hated that feeling, like I was falling.

I couldn't wait to get out of this hell and into fresh air. Everyone got up and got their bags and their luggage, I stayed sitting down, I can't handle crowns. When most of the people had left the plane, I pulled on my hoodie, grabbed my purse and got off the plane.

My first impression of Washington... gray, extremely gray and groggy. Which wasn't to bad, in California it rained a bit but never as must as this.

I got my luggage from the baggage claim and headed toward the parking lot. Charlie told me over the phone he would meet me in the parking lot if it wasn't raining. It was literally pouring outside so I assumed he would pull up to my terminal. I waited for about 10 minutes, a car with the words "Forks County Sheriff" displayed prominently on the side of the car, I knew it was him.

He got out of the car with this big smile on his face and rushed to hug me. He seemed pretty excited to see me or at least that's what I thought. I haven't seen him or Bella in over ten years. He looked like he had aged a lot since then and now he has Bella too. She lived in Arizona with her mom until she moved to Forks about a year ago.

"Long time no see Kai" He said to me with a smile. He always called me Kai instead of Kaia, because he could never pronounce Kaia. " You look... different" I smiled a bit at his remark. I was 8 when he saw me last, of course I look different.

"And you look exactly the same" I joked

On the way to Forks we didn't talk much. I loved the scenery of Washington. Big lush forests with towering trees and grey expanding skies. I couldn't stop looking outside. Even the air was marvelous, moist, and humid.

Once we arrived at Charlie's house, a rush of memories came at me. I saw the yard where me, Bella, and Jacob used to run and play tag. In the house there were more memories, in the living room and Bella's bedroom. We used to have pretend sleepovers, I don't know why they were pretend, it was fun to pretend. Then I saw her, standing by the couch; she looked terrible, she looked worse than me. It looked like hadn't slept in days and her hair was greasy. But obviously she was going through something worse than me so I just smiled and gave her a bear hug.

"Hello beautiful! You look so much different!" I tried to sound as enthusiastic as I could. She just gave me a weak smile "Hey, Kaia..."

Carlie came in and set down my luggage, "So now that we're acquainted, let's unpack" He grabbed my stuff and lead us to a bare room with a twin bed and a closet.

After I got unpacked, I was pretty tired so I decided to get in bed. It was a pretty hectic day, but think it's going to be all worth it.

Well I hoped you liked mah story! If ya did then leave a comment! If I get a good response within two days, then I'll update. Bye x)

~Arabella