Lost Chapter 1
I don't own Twilight! Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I only own Lena, Haven, and the plot! Enjoy the story :D
Lena's POV
My life turned upside down the day my mother told me that I was moving to La Push. I had been sitting at the table eating my dinner and minding my own business.
"Lena I'm sending you to live with your cousin Sam in La Push." She said casually, making me drop my fork and it made a loud clattering as it hit the plate.
"Lena! Be careful!" She said shaking her head.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" I said jumping out of my chair. She sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair.
"Because all you do is mope around the house and I can tell you're not happy." She said. I threw my hands up, exasperated. How could I be happy? After dad left us for his other family, we were never the same again. It severed the relationship between my mom and I. She spent all her time at the office and we barely even talked anymore.
"You're all detached too! You aren't even the same since dad left!" I screamed. Her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips.
"Don't raise your tone at me, young lady!"
"I don't want to leave!" I said angrily. How did she expect me to just leave? I lived in New York all my life. Now she wanted me to live in a place where the population barely hit a thousand people. Where Sam lived, it was an alien planet. It was too green and it rained every damn day! I looked away from her and began making my way towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" She asked following me.
"To my room." I said storming up the stairs.
"Start packing because you leave tomorrow!" She called back to me.
I ran into my room and buried my face in my pillow, letting out a frustrated scream. I lay there for who knows who long, until I became unbearably bored. I lifted my head up and realized the house was quiet. I stood up slowly my feet hitting the cold wooden floor. I walked downstairs quietly and my mom sat at the table with her face buried in her hands. I sighed feeling guilty. I knew it was just as hard on her as it was on me.
"Mom?" I said softly. She raised her head up and looked at me, her eyes red.
"Oh, Lena I'm sorry." She said standing up.
"Are you okay?" I mumbled. She nodded quickly and wiped her eyes.
"Yes, did you start packing?" She asked her face void of emotion. I shook my head.
"No." I said sitting down on the chair. She shook her head.
"I'm sorry Lena, but I just want to see you happy again." She said putting her hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her in disbelief.
"What makes you think living in La Push will make me happy?"
She smiled softly. "Don't be so negative. You might just enjoy living there."
I snorted. "Yeah, living in a rainy hell hole. Sounds like a lot of fun."
"Language young lady." She said smacking me lightly on the shoulder.
"Sorry." I said picking at the black nail polish on my finger nail.
"I think you should go get packing. Its getting late, and your flight leaves at ten in the morning." She said looking at the clock. I stood up and sighed.
"Fine. See you tomorrow morning." I said making my way towards my room.
"I love you, Lena. Never forget that." She called over to me. I turned around and forced a smile.
"Love you too, ma." I said sighing. I grabbed the suitcase out of the closet and it tumbled to the floor knocking all the Christmas ornaments to floor as well.
"Shit." I whispered annoyed.
"What was that?" Mom called to me.
"Nothing." I said my voice going up a few octaves.
I quickly picked up the ornaments, thankful that they were plastic, and rushed to my room. I started throwing all my clothes and shoes into the suitcase, as well as my bathroom necessities. I grabbed a book and my iPod, throwing them in my tote bag. Once I was finished, it was already midnight. I flopped down on my bed, blowing my bangs out of my face. I stood up tiredly and changed into my pajamas. I looked into my mirror and ran my fingers through my raven waves. A couple of months ago, I had dip dyed my hair red. My mom nearly had a seizure when I walked in the house. I laughed to myself, as I thought of it. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes my mood changing instantly, and started tears slipping down my face. I thought about if things would be different if dad hadn't left. Maybe, but too late to do anything about it now. I was moving to La Push, and there was no way of getting out of it.
Okay so what do ya think? Should I go on? Let me know and please review. Hope you liked it :D The idea for this fanfic came to me a while ago but I was mostly planning it out but I think it's better than The Broken Angel. I looked back at that one and the writing was kind of choppy and short. I cringed when I read it over haha.