Chapter One:
I jumped on my mattress one more time, just for old times' sake. I bury my head deep into the mattress. Tomorrow I won't be sleeping in this bed. Tomorrow I won't be sleeping in my room. Tomorrow I won't be sleeping in my house. Tomorrow I won't even be in the same state as my mom. Tomorrow is a new day for me mom says...tomorrow you will finally meet your father, who I have kept away from you since you were a child. Yeah, I know. She didn't say that but that was what she was thinking. If I was young enough not to remember my father at all they must've gotten divorced a very, very long time ago. I've been living in New York all my life, and now all of a sudden the court comes back to discuss who I go to? Apparently my dad won, since my mom kept him away from me for the past oh I don't know, 13, 14 years maybe. Give or take a couple years. I was 15 now so...I've never even seen my dad and now all of a sudden I have to spend at least five years with him in Vancouver Washington? At the other side of the country? How was I supposed to take that? I'm not some toy to be given up at a specific time! Mom won't talk much about my dad, just that he owns some kind of boot camp. That means one thing to me: extra mean. Which would make sense; why else would my mom not even mention the fact I had a dad? When I was a kid I hardly knew what a dad was, that only special kids get dads. When I was older I started to wonder what happened. I was 10 years old when I first asked my mom who my dad was and where he was. She didn't answer. She just wouldn't tell me. She refused to tell me. Until now that is. But even now when I know about him she won't tell me much. She won't even tell me why they divorced! It makes me upset...but it's not like I can do much about it...
"Aleria! Aleria darling, come downstairs! Your plane comes in 30 minutes and I don't want you to miss it!" my mother called. I groaned. I lifted my head off of the mattress and looked around at the now bare room. I stand up and look out my window, not really seeing the city beyond it. Instead I saw me. The reflection. It showed a girl with milk white eyes, red hair framing a round face. The hair only went to the neck, but naturally curled towards me. I was wearing a pink sweatshirt and jeans, nothing like I normally wear but it was to the airport, and I have no idea what I was going to find. The girl...she looked like me...but it didn't feel like me. I was in the middle of a great mess; I wasn't quite sure who I was. I hope I find me.
I sighed and turned around; I couldn't bear the room no more. I wanted to stay. I didn't want to leave. But mom would get fined if she kept me, like I was some overdue book. I walked to the door, close the door quietly behind me, like I was putting all the good memories of my room to sleep. I picked up the suitcases I had dropped by the door when I desperately ran into the room, took a deep breath and walked away. Walked away from what the home I had since birth.