Chapter 1- Well, this is going to be interesting.

My name is Faye Chambers I am 15 years old, obsessed with sports and reading (an odd mixture, I know). I live (correction) lived in a small, crummy but loveable town called Stratford in England. I'm about 5 ft 6 in tall with mid-back length blondy-brown wavy/curly hair with on strip of ginger on the left side of my head. I have hazel eyes, several freckles over my nose and stupidly red lips. I am quite pale but that's what to be expected as I'm from England.

" I'm going to miss you Faye!" my teary eyed sniffling best friends called Courtney and Becky blubbered.

"I'm going to miss you too!" I replied using all my strength not to breakdown right there. I launched myself onto them hugging both of them so tightly I was sure they couldn't breath.

" Make sure you ring me at least twice a week and text me loads!" Courtney sobbed into my hair

" I will I promise!" I said back no longer able to contain my tears.

" Faye, we have to go or we'll miss our flight!" my dad yelled out of the window of the silver Volvo my dad owns.

" Bye Courtney, bye Becky"

" Bye Faye!" with that I gave them a feeble smile and one last brief hug then ran to the back left seat and sulked.

We got to the airport with 2 and a half-hours extra time because my dad said quote " we need to leave this early so we miss all the traffic". It was swift moving traffic with barely any stops for the entire journey!

I am the middle child. Some say the trouble child, others say the one in need of the most care. Anyway I am a victim of my other two sisters ganging up on me because I'm different.

I'm a phenomenon in my family, a genetic throwback. Everyone else in my family had/ has straight thin white blonde hair, pale lips and either green or blue eyes.

I am completely different so my siblings pick me on but hey being picked on is the story of my life.

We got through customs and airport security in half an hour so we had about 2 hours to kill. I decided to go and raid WH Smith's and see if they had any decent books in. I browsed the shelves for about 10 minutes hoping for a miracle but just my luck, they had the smallest collection of books I have ever seen, it was all magazines and sweets.

I stormed out of the shop and pulled out my abused but loved copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and started to get lost in the fantasy world, which I dream about belonging to. I wouldn't admit it out loud but I am probably one of the biggest Harry Potter fans in the world. Hmm and I wonder why I got bullied at my old school.

I had just got to the part when they meet professor Lupin one of my favourite parts of the book when I heard my mum call my name in a frantic tone.

"Faye? Faye where are you?! They just called our flight for boarding!"

"Mum, I'm here! One sec!" I shouted back stuffing my book in my carry-on luggage bag slinging it over my shoulder and shuffling to where the rest of my family stood.

My family and I went through the gate and sat on the plane. We were some of the first people on. It all went by hazily for me though because after being withdrawn abruptly from my reading I hadn't adjusted to normal life yet and was still fantasising about what it would be like do rendezvous with mythical creatures and have your life turned around by it.

There was a safety briefing about what to do in the event of a crash but I wasn't listening properly so if we do crash I will probably die.

"Oh cheery thoughts Faye" my inner voice said while I was contemplating death

" Shut up!" I said back in my head. This was another issue about me, I had arguments inside my head although once it kind of escaped my head and I started to battle with my brain in one of my Maths lessons. That was a turning point in my school life. I didn't know it was possible to be bullied more than I already was.

"Ladies and Gentleman now that you have had your safety briefing, please prepare for take off which will take place in 5 minutes." A mans voice said through the intercom.

"Faye?" my big sister said in a tone that I hadn't heard in a while- kindness.

" Yeah?"

"Do you want a sweet to suck on take-off? I know it hurts your ears when we go up." she said in a sweet voice

" Yes thanks, Haley." I said a bit put out at my older sister's odd behaviour. I took the sherbet lemon of her and replied with a timid smile. I then settled down in my chair waiting for talk-off.

When the plane finally took off I sucked my sweet as hard as I could to avoid my ears popping but it didn't really work so in the words of my best friend in England Courtney " Epic Failure!"

This reference bought a wave of happiness and sadness at the same time knowing that she can still make me smile even though she isn't here, but also that I won't see her again for a very long time and we might not be that close when I go to visit her.

My family didn't really disturb me on the plane. My parents knew that I had just recently found a comfortable group of friends and that I was starting to settle but they had to take this opportunity as they were higher paying jobs for both of them in the same hospital which they deemed a miracle. I deemed it as Sod's Law.

I watched the films on the plane, the only decent one was Cheaper by the Dozen so I watched that twice then decided to go back in to the fantasy world of Harry Potter. It seemed like only 10 minutes later the man on the intercom was saying "We will be arriving in Seattle shortly please prepare yourself for the landing."

I put my book and favourite means of escape from my hectic and now probably even more rubbish life in to my tatty favourite shoulder bag. It's black and can fit an A4 piece of paper in, it has a multicoloured stars on it. It is also covered in my badges. I'm also slightly obsessed when it comes to badges as well.

When we landed I was again greeted by the painful ear-popping common in plane rides. We got of the plane and went through security again. My patience was wearing thin.

My little sister Alex looked half-dead as we all slumped through the terminal waiting to get out of the airport.

We went to pick up our rent car as our big black Ford and small green Volkswagen are back home in England waiting to be transferred over. I was glad that the queue wasn't long because I just wanted to get this whole thing finished and get settled in.

When we got to our rented red Chevrolet we opened the boot and threw our suitcases in. It was a miracle that they all fitted! My dad took his place on the drivers side my mum in the passenger seat, me on the left side at the back, 12 year old Alex in the middle and 17 year old Haley on the right. Well… this is going to be a fun 4-hour drive to La Push.