I don't own Twilight. I only own the characters from my imagination
Preface:
I always knew that I was special. I was not like most of my family, I was tall, dark-skinned and strong. The rest of my family, excluding my mom, were slight of frame, fair skinned and shorter than me. Even my step-dad and brothers. I don't know what is wrong with me. My mom told me that I was part Indian and that my biological father is still alive and lives at a special reservation which is near Forks, Washington. I have wanted to go find my dad for a long time, but now I am actually going. My name is Roza Saunders and this is my story.
Chapter 1
My actual journey began three weeks after my sixteenth birthday. I had really begun to change physically and it was bothering me. I had grown taller and leaner, as well as muscular. I felt kinda bad, but I could easily beat my brothers in wrestling matches. My mom began to worry about me, so she told me that her husband was actually my step dad and my real dad was in America.
Apparently, he lives on a reservation called La Push and which is near a town called Forks. This Forks place is in Washington. Mom had been so sorry for not telling me sooner, but she had thought it a good idea to totally cut me off from the man who had broken her heart. Apparently he had left my mom and me, when I was still in the oven, for another woman. That pissed me off. My mom had wanted to save me the heartache, but I wanted to see who the jack ass was. I wanted to take out all my pent up anger on him, and hurt him like he did my mom. So now, I am on an airplane from England to America without my mom's blessing and if she catches me, I am going to be in deep trouble.
"Excuse me miss," I looked at the hostess, "would you like anything to drink or eat?"
I thought for a moment, "Sure, I'd like some Pepsi and whatever you have to eat." Lately I have developed a major appetite. I can eat so much food and then still be hungry a couple of hours later.
The hostess smiled and then moved on to the next passenger. The plane wasn't very full and for that I was relieved. I didn't want to sit by some stranger for the entire flight, even if the flight was only about six hours. As I waited for my refreshments to arrive, I started a movie and became very interested in what was happening in front of my eyes.
By the time my food and drink arrived, I was almost too interested in the movie to care about eating...almost. As usual though, my stomach protested to being forgotten, so I ate. The food was not very good, it tasted stale and...well bland, but it was still food and I was not one to turn my nose up at food.
When my flight finally touched down in New York, I was harried to get to my next flight before it took off. I had made sure to get flights that were back to back so that I wouldn't have to sit around and wait any longer than I had to. The unfortunate thing was that this flight was packed. My seat was stuck in the middle of two nasty men. One smelled atrocious and the other looked atrocious. They both thought I was good looking, so let me just say that by the time the flight was over, and I landed in Denver, Colorado, I. was. pissed. I wanted to break one's neck and the other I wanted to shove his head up his ass.
The plane in Denver had to refuel and then I was back in the air on my way to Washington. While the plane refueled I was allowed to get off the plane and walk around the airport. I went to get more food and then started looking around the shops. The airport was busy but it wasn't overly crowded. It was actually kinda nice and the view was beautiful. Out of the windows in the air port I could see mountains. These were real mountians. Rugged and majestic. I had thought that we had mountains in England but those were only hills compared to these.
"Attention all passengers! Flight 207 is getting ready for take off, will all passengers going to Washington, please board the plane."
I quickly made my way through the crowds and made it back onto the plane to begin the last leg of my journey. It seemed that not many people were going to Washington with me so again the plane was rather empty. I was grateful, for the sake of the two perverts, that they were off the plane or else I might have done something violent. I was not good with patience and was worn very thin at this point. When I finally stepped off the plane for the last time, it was still afternoon. I guessed that it was somewhere around four but I wasn't sure.
My next step was to pick up the vehicle I had reserved and then go to the hotel I had booked for my stay in Port Angeles. I was emotionally and pysically tired. After having to sit between the two perverts for so long, I had started shaking I was so mad. It was weird.
The hotel seemed pretty generic, it was nice and sterile and had food and a bed. I was happy. My dinner was eaten as fast as I could and then I crashed. But, in my dreams that night, I saw wolves.
A/N
Hey guys this is my first fan fiction so be nice. I know that this chapter is kinda dry but it was necessary to get my story started. Any tips would be helpful but I really don't care if you don't leave reviews or not. Maybe just review every now and then so that I know people are actually reading this.
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