This is just a idea I got, wanted to see if I actually will be able to finish a fan fiction. Well, we'll see.
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Prologue.
Ryder Mann. That's the least out standing name in a crowd you can find. Yet somehow, that name stuck with people after meeting her. Ryder Mann. Eighteen, fresh out of high school and no plans of staying where she was raised. She had two older brothers, Mark and Scott, both heaven-send according to her father and his new girlfriend. Their mom had left when Ryder was three, her father blaming her, cause he didn't want to see that it was because of him, and her brothers blamed her cause their father did. She was the spitting image of her mother when she entered her teens, golden locks that reached the middle of her back, big brown eyes, a curvy body with a little meat and a feisty mood. Her father and brothers had never been subjected to said mood but seen a few times from far away. She was very lonesome and not all that caring concerning what people thought, especially since the people that should've loved her the most left her.
She was singing to the drivers radio that sounded through the silent bus, she suspected that the old driver turned up the volume a few hours back when she'd started humming, cause he was glancing at her at times with a small quirk of the lips. She had her biggest bag next to her, barely taking up the seat, packed with clothes and the few photos she owned. She had a jean jacket thrown over the bag and a small piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket. She'd accidentally come across it when her father had told her to clean the attic while he and the boys went out for Scott's football game. She'd sighed as usual but trudged up the stairs to the dingy old attic while her brothers rushed down the stairs and out to the fine weather July had to offer. In the corner, furthest in the room, under three more boxes and a very unsanitary blanket, she found a little book with a stack of letters. The book was her parents old yearbook and she'd found out later by all the greetings that it was her fathers. She'd smiled when she read her mothers inscription:
"Well, to tell you the truth I am surprised you came this far. I mean, little Jamie. I remember first time I met you, you came running from those bullies in that awful hair due (happy you got rid of it though) and straight into me and managed to strike me in the fall. If I hadn't been so captivated with your eyes I would've helped those bullies kick your ass. But I am happy they chased you, they helped me get struck with love. I'll always treasure that moment within me. Love, Katrina."
She'd snorted when she found a picture of said hair due and stared a long time at the picture that said 'Katrina Sade and James Mann' . They looked at each other, both with radiating smiles and sparkling eyes. She'd never seen her father so lucky, their wedding photo barely competing, and her mother had been beautiful in her teens.
She looked out the bus window sighing and scoffing to herself how fitting it was with the bleak weather outside, matching her mood. She ignored the drivers looks in the rear view mirror to start singing again, and glanced at the letter she'd found. It was from her mother.
"Hello James.
How are things? The boys? Ryder? My life has finally been straightened and I'm settled in Los Angeles. Fitting, considering the unofficial name is City of Lost Angels, don't you think? I hate the way things ended and I hope that you're happy, like we used to be, with our children and your new love. I got your latest letter, mom send it forward to me, and of course I forgive you. I need to forgive you, otherwise we can't move forward and be happy. And I need to be happy. That's why I'm writing you. I want to see the kids again. I know I left you and them, I'm not gonna sugarcoat my deed either by blaming you, but I want to see them. Meet them so I can talk to them. Mikes thirteen now right, and Scott's fifteen. Little Ryder is eight. Please just ask them if they want to come and visit me. I can't wait to see them again. I miss you too, I'd be happy to see a friendly face from the past. Just, ask them and let me know.
Your friend, Kat."
Eight. She'd been eight years old when he'd stopped writing back to her. Or he wrote back and lied, telling her that they didn't want to see her. There had been a address too. The one she was on her way to check up on. She'd left the house yesterday, her father and brothers had yet again been away on some male bonding trip and she'd decided that it was time. She took a deep breath and glanced up to see the old driver looking at her worriedly, Ryder dared a small reassuring smile but only felt something wet. She wiped off her tears with her fingers and leaned back to look out the window again. Los Angeles, here I come.
Chapter One.
She sighed and looked around in the little diner. This was the only job she'd been able to get, and then only cause she reminded the old lady of her old Bessy. Bessy was still alive, and Bessy was a dog. Ryder had frowned but smiled gratefully when she'd gotten the job. It was very small, but thankfully it had air-condition so the climate was bearable. It was the typical diner, everybody was welcome and grease came in no extra charge. She smiled at tree girls in her age that seemed to be deep in conversation about "Trent's fine ass" and something that sounded like "Toretto". She shook her head and felt giddy when the clock dinged six.
"I'm off Susy, see you Wednesday" she smiled at the old lady who was petting her little poodle. The lady spared her a little smile and Ryder glanced down at the little white dog insulted at being associated with the thing. She sent them both a fake smile that showed her teeth and threw her apron toward the hanger and jumped in the air when she heard a grumble. She swung around and laughed at the young man in front of her. Samuel Hasting. He was tall and well built, very intimidating and had made things very hard for her in the beginning but was now very protective of her. She'd accidentally hit him right in the face with her apron as he came from the diner with a tray of old dishes. Half of the previous chocolate mousse was now attached to his red hair and splashed across his previous 'Kizz' sweater. Ryder pasted a tutting look on her face. She shook her head and gave him a disappointed face.
"Youth today. Look at that-" she pointed to his shirt and almost dropped her persona at his ludicrous look "-such a waste." He slowly raised his eyes from his shirt and growled.
"I'm giving you ten seconds head start, starting NOW!" Ryder laughed loudly and ran to get her jacket and continued out the diner, just as she was by the door she heard Sam's heavy steps and she shrieked, Sam growling in response. The guests around the diner just glanced at the before returning to their business. Ryder was the only one who got along with Sam, even miss Susy, the old lady, couldn't talk to him. Ryder made a triumphant dance just outside the diner door and stuck her tongue out at Sam who was glaring at her by the threshold.
"Don't get cocky dear-" miss Susy yelled and gave her dog a bone "-his shift ends in five minutes." Sam smirked at her triumphantly and Ryder gaped before turning and running to her bus. She whooped when she saw her bus and hurried up the small bus stairs and pulled the shift to close the doors.
"I need you to drive right now Oscar. Hurry!" Just as the middle aged man put the gear in Sam banged on the bus doors. Oscar stared at Ryder who smiled sheepishly and made faces in the back window as Oscar drove away. She smiled triumphantly as Sam stopped his pursuit of the bus. She mumbled swear words when she saw Sam mouth: "See you Wednesday".
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