A/N: Hey peoples! ok this is my first fan-fic. I hope you all enjoy this story. it's about a girl named Lynn who is always moving around the world with her father. When she moves to Latvia, a lot of weird things start to happen to her. Among the strange things going on she can't seem to get a certain gorgeous goth out of her mind. oh and another thing, turns out he's a vampire. PLEASE REVIEW:)
Journal Entry #1 Oh My God! I cannot believe that I'm on a plane that's going to Latvia. Donaslade, Latvia that is. Who, may I ask has ever heard of a country called Latvia? And no, it's not anywhere near America, it's on the other side of the freakin' planet! From what I've heard, it's some god forsaken country that snows three- fourths of the year. Ugh… I hate snow. My dad bought me this journal. This is probably the only time I'll ever write in it though. I just don't have anything better to do. I mean, I'm stuck on this plane for another five hours. What else am I going to do that's gonna waste time? Anyways, I'm use to living in a lot of different places, so I guess this isn't to bad. My dad, Frank, he works in the government. I don't exactly what he does, but we've had to move a lot. He's been dragging me all over the world with him ever since my mom died when I was four. I've already lived in North America, England, Brazil, France, and Australia. I've also been to eleven different schools. Four of them were highschools. I'm only seventeen! And of all places in the world, I have to spend my Senior year in Latvia. My new highschool is called West Latvia Highschool. It's an English speaking school the people who speak English go to and rich Latvians send their kids there too. I'd fall under the earlier category. There probably going to be a lot of stuck up rich kids there. Yippie, I'm going to have a lot of fun. I just realized it's really cold on this plane. It smells, and the guy behind me is snoring REALLY loud. My dads looking through brochures of places we should go see in Latvia before summer vacation is over and I have to start school. He always does this when we're moving, but we never end up going anywhere. We get to the new house, and an hour later he's leaving for work. This notebook sucks I'm just going to throw it away… I woke up and looked out the plane window. I groaned. It was snowing. Looking up from the window, I saw frank looking out it with excitement. "Hey look Lynn, we're almost there!" Just as he had said this I noticed the plane was descending. "Great..." I replied unenthusiastically. All the passengers were waking up or getting ready for the planes landing. I on the other hand, was trying to ignore the fear of how I would fit into my new home and school. Trying to ignore my nerves, I concentrated on what the flight attendant was saying she was giving out instructions of some kind in what sounded like French. She repeated the instructions in a few other languages, before she, herself got ready for the landing. I felt a nervous pull in my stomach as the plane landed and pulled into its gate. 'Well here goes nothing' I picked up my carry on bag and followed my dad off the plane and through the airport to the baggage claim area. The airport itself was huge. As Frank was struggling to get our luggage I looked around the airport and noted that everyone here was pale. It looked like they were all albino except most of the people had really dark hair. I on the other hand stood out like a sore thumb, with a dark tan from being in the sun when I lived in Australia. I also have light brown hair with blonde highlights, while most people here looked like they had red or dark brown hair. I could already tell I wasn't going to fit in as well as I wanted to. My fathers voice broke into my thoughts it sounded like he was out of breath. "Lynn, come over here and help me with the rest of these bags." He stooped over trying to catch his breath. I turned toward him and bumped into someone. It was a really tall man. He was totally creepy looking. He was wearing a dirty, ripped brown trench coat and smelled strongly of garlic. I looked up into his face and held in a squeal of fright. Hie had brown eyes that were bloodshot, filled with hatred and anger as he glared down at me. "Watch where you're going!" he growled at me. "I…I'm sorry." I stammered as I watched him walk away muttering to himself under his breath. "Come on Lynn get over here" My dad sounded irritated. "Pick up those suitcases and I'll get us a taxi." "Ok" I told him as I picked up the suitcases. I started to follow him, but stopped and turned to see if the creepy man was still there. He wasn't. I found myself letting out a sigh of relief. I looked back to where I last saw my dad and realized he wasn't there. 'Oh shit' Starting to panic, I realized I was lost. I had no idea where the Taxis were all at. I decided to find the information desk to ask for help. I looked around and headed over when I spotted where it was through the crowd of people. Just as I was heading over , I was grabbed by a woman who started speaking very fast French. I shouted. "Let go of me!" This caused a few people to turn around, trying to figure out what was going on. Getting free of her grip I started walking forward only to find that she had grabbed onto one of my suitcases. "You are American." She stated. "Yeah, so what? Just let go of my bag!" "I'm sorry." She said. And with that she turned and walked away. I stood there staring after her dumbfounded. 'What the hell was all that about' I turned only to find myself face to face with Frank who looked frantic. "Lynn, where the hell did you go?" he asked his face turning red with anger. "I turn my back on you for one second and you get yourself lost! Now come on the Taxis waiting." He stalked off toward the taxi. I followed himout onto the road to where the taxi was at. My dad took the suitcases from me and put them in the trunk of the car as I slid into the backseat of the taxi. A second later my dad slid in next to. As the taxi pulled out of the airport I was recounting all that had happened to me during the little time I had been in this country. I decided that this year was going to be crazy.