Okay, I really didn't want to write this until I had "Homeless Hope" done first, but I just can't deal with it anymore! I just can't not write with it! This is my first OC story, and my first one with detailed memories, and hopefully more like a real person. Okay, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I might have stolen a few character's from SM wonderful toy boy, but they are all hers the moment she finds out!
Mia's POV:
Throwing my last suitcases into the trunk of my car, and slammed the roof roughly. Walking around to the front of my light blue car, I glanced one last time at the log cabin I once called home and let out a sigh. This sucked, but it was for the better, and I knew that was true.
I was leaving my house that was just on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I had packed up my whole life, and was dragging it to a small town in Washington, with the cleaver name of Forks. How wonderful.
Sliding into the front seat of my car, I quickly turned it on and blared the radio. It was noon, and in the middle of winter. Down here, it wasn't that cold, but Forks…Let's just say I didn't really want to check Google for the average. I was flat broke, sinking the rest of my money into the gas that it would take to get to Forks.
Pulling out of the driveway, I started to drive as quickly as I could, without being stopped by the cops. I kept my left hand firmly on the steering wheel, I used my right to search the passenger seat for the paper of directions that I had printed off from the school's computer.
At the first stop sign, I quickly glancing it over, happy for the first time of the traffic that filled my town. Pushing on the gas, I started to drive, letting out a moan as I looked over the time expected to reach the house. Twenty hours. I would never make it without having to pull over and stop.
As I drove, I listened to my radio, and kept my mind blank. Whenever I thought about why I was leaving, or where I was going, I would block it out by humming the current song, weather I knew it or not.
Finally, my stomach began to growl at around seven o'clock. I was proud, I had made it seven hours without much difficulty, but my gas tank was nearly empty, and I couldn't stand the hunger anymore.
I saw a Sheetz gas station to my right, so I quickly pulled in, just barely making it to the gas pump before I was completely out of gas.
Turning off the car, I got out, and put the pump in my gas tank, filling it to the max. I let out a sigh as I saw the price. $76.20. To my name, I had only three hundred dollars, all in cash, in my front pocket. Was it dumb? Hell yeah. I didn't own a cell phone, but at least I was able to fill my gas tank at least three times, get a little food, and maybe a drink.
After paying for the gas, I drove up to the store, and cut the engine. I quickly made my way into the store. Okay, so it was seven o'clock. I could get a few more miles in, and maybe make it until midnight. Yeah, that could work. Sleep six hours, then hopefully drive the rest of the way. What was that? Take an hour to eat and get ready to get back on the road.
So twenty minus eleven left me with… I quickly ticked it off on my fingers. Nine hours the next day. Alright, I could do that. Get there around three-ish. Not too bad.
Getting back to the task at hand, I tried to think about what to get. It would be best to not spend too much money. Whatever I didn't use getting to Forks, I could use, just in case he didn't take me in. What if he didn't take me in? What would I do then? I couldn't go back…
Snap out of it Mia! You'll deal with that when it comes along. Okay, so, what should I get? I'm not really a night owl, so I opted to get a large coffee, black, and a bagel just to get something to eat.
As I passed the counter, I threw it all down, and then quickly added an apple. Might as well get something healthy into me, right?
After I paid, I went back to my car, sat down, and quickly locked it. I didn't trust anyone out here. I was too far from home, and have been through too much to do anything stupid enough to get me hurt.
Slowly chewing my bagel, I tried to think about what to do. I knew I would have to find a place to stay if he turned me away. Would he do that? Knowing what I am to him? Maybe. I doubt he'll believe it when I tell him. Hell, I wouldn't believe me if I was in his position.
Finally, I knew I had to get a move on. I took another long sip of my coffee, which was slowly beginning to cool. Pulling out of the parking lot, it started to pick up speed again.
Four hours later, I felt my eye lids begin to droop. Even the loud screams of P!nk weren't enough to keep me awake. The road was basically deserted, which was good and bad. Good, because there weren't many people around to harm me, bad because there weren't much help if someone did harm me.
I pulled into the rest stop, which was already filled with three cars. Okay, not too bad. Doubling checking that my doors were all locked, I quickly turned off the car, and threw my keys into the consol, and closed it.
Before the timed lights could go out, I slid into my back seat and let out a slow sigh. I was so glad I thought ahead. While all of my clothes were in the truck, I had thrown a very thick comforter, and a huge pillow, which was brand new and very soft.
Curling up under the comforter, I laid my head on the pillow, slipping off to bed, praying that I would wake up at six, or close to it.
Thankfully, my damn nightmare was better than any alarm clock. Sitting up, I stretched and sighed, trying to blank out my mind of the terrible nightmare I had. It worked a little, but not enough.
Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was five thirty. Earlier than I wanted, but I guess that was pretty good.
In the morning light, I saw that a gas station was only a few yards away from me. I forced myself back into the driver seat, and pulled out my keys. I smiled to myself. I had made it through a night. No one attacked me, no one robbed me, no one saw me any different from any other driver catching a short nap before getting back on the road.
Putting the keys back into the ignition, I quickly drove to the gas station, got gas, and a black coffee. I was hungry, but I would rather save money and go hungry.
Getting back in the car, I started to drive. I would make it there, and I would get enough nerves to talk to the guy.
Just around three forty-five, with stiff limbs, and a loud yawn, I pulled into La Push. I smiled to myself, through the yawn. I had made it.
I scanned every one of the street signs, followed by my printed map. I was looking for Oak View. Finally, after twenty straight minutes of this, I found it, and actually almost missed it.
Making too sharp of a turn, I let out a yelp, but made it. Thankfully, there were very few houses on the street, so I found the one I wanted quickly.
Pulling up the gravel driveway, I could hear my breathing hitch, but then quicken until I was on the verge of hyperventilating.
After a good amount of self motivation, I stepped out of the car.
Hope you liked it. Next few chapters will probably be up tonight (hopefully). I haven't gotten a lot of writing done lately, and since I don't have acting until tomorrow night, so I'm ganna try to stay up until midnight to like twoish. Let's see how much reading and writing I can get done in that amount of time. Wish me luck! Love you all.
