So I think this a weak chapter, but bear with me, it'll get better! Hope you guys like it =]

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or anything in it, but Rena and the others are my OC =]

Chapter 1

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Five more minutes, Mom . . ." a girl mumbled, pulling a ratty pillow over her head. When the alarm finally stopped, she groaned before pulling herself up, glaring at the clock. As if this day wasn't going to be bad enough, she thought, I didn't even get to sleep in!

A sudden knock on the door almost made the girl jump, but she soon realized that it was only her mom. "Rena Johnson, get downstairs this instant!"

Rena groaned, rolling her eyes. "I just got up, Mom, chill! I'll be right there!" She heard fading footsteps, and once they were completely gone, she decided that she should get up before her mom got even madder.

The tall girl yawned and stretched her back, revealing her slim figure under the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing. She hopped up and shuffled over to the mirror, examining her face like she always did, even though she didn't really care. She wasn't the type of girl who obsessed over her looks, especially when it came down to impressing boys. She knew that the right guy for her wouldn't want her to dress girly and act, in some cases, like a slut. She knew girls like that, and she did not want to be like them.

However, today was different, and she knew that she had to look decent, despite her objections. So as she examined her mirror image closer, she sighed in disappointment. Her shining blue eyes seemed unusually dull, and she definitely could make out dark half-moons under them. Her long, dark brown hair was currently in a very messy bun, and it looked like one, huge knot, unlike most of her classmates' hair. She was a freshman at a public high school, and most of her friends were so caught up in impressing the boys that they were never caught dead without straightened hair or a "perfect" face.

"But I don't have anything to straighten my hair with," she muttered before finally settling on a blue hair tie. She quickly brushed her brown locks before gathering it all and tying it up at the top of her head in a ponytail. She chose a white stretchy cloth headband and wrapped it around her head, nodding to herself in the mirror when she thought it looked right.

After that, she headed to the closet and searched through the many shirts that should've had dust on them by now and decided on a slimming ice blue t-shirt with a single white star on it. She also decided on a pair of dark jean capris and her white and blue sneakers.

Rena was about to head downstairs when she glanced outside; it was spring break and supposedly warm, but she had the tendency to get cold even in warm weather, so she picked out a white jacket and tied it around her waist.

"There, all ready," she said, suddenly cheery. Even though she wasn't looking forward to the day, she might as well accept it and try to live regularly.

She hurried down the stairs and made her way to the kitchen, where she could hear yelling and arguing, like usual. Is my family ever not fighting? But she ignored it and walked in anyway, and she was met by four pairs of eyes. Her mom and dad were currently standing in the corner of the room, discussing something loudly. Meanwhile, two other kids were yelling at each other, their faces turning red.

"Jessie, Peter, what are you two fighting about?" she asked calmly, trying to settle them down. The girl, Jessica, was ten years old, and the boy, Peter, was seven, and they had been yelling at who-knows-what! The two never got along, even when their mom yelled at them to stop, but it was no surprise. Ever since they were babies, they had been a quarrelsome duo. Rena had been like that a little, as well, but with someone else- her twin brother, Zach.

Zach Johnson was her best friend yet her biggest rival; they fought constantly, but they were both very close and protective of one another. He played soccer, and she was constantly worried that he would get a concussion or something during the game, and it was the same with him. Whenever she set foot in the gym during one of her basketball games, he pretended not to care, but secretly he watched in case he saw someone shove her or hurt her. Usually, her twin was playing with their younger siblings, but as glanced around she noticed that he wasn't there. That was unusual; after all, he was going to the same place that Rena had to go to today, so why would her parents let him out of their sight?
"Hey Mom," she started, "where's Zach?"

Her mom barely looked in her direction as she replied, "Oh, he's outside, I think- enjoying the sun."

Ah, she should have known; Zach loved the sun. Whenever possible, he was always outside, soaking in the warm rays of sunlight. Rena had always made fun of him whenever she caught him lying in the grass or something, but she realized that it actually made him feel better, more complete even.

He's so weird, she thought affectionately.

However, she decided to find him anyway, and as she glanced out the window, she smiled slightly. There he was, lying in the grass as if he was asleep, spiky dark brown hair meshing with the grass. She could tell from here that he was wearing his usual red t-shirt and dark, loose jeans, and she had a feeling that in his hair was a pair of round, gray stylish goggles that he wore everywhere and on his hands were his gray, fingerless gloves.

"Hey, little bro!" she called as she ran outside, referring to the four extra minutes that she had been alive before he had come into the picture. "Enjoying the sun?" Zach shot up at the sound of her voice and smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up," he told her, but he said it lovingly, if that was possible. He gave her a shove, and she pushed back, but they didn't say anything else. After all, what could they say? Their parents were making them leave on spring break for a stupid nature thing instead of letting them stay to hang out with their friends! Rena hadn't believed it at the time, and she still hasn't forgiven them. Although Zach was much more easygoing, she knew that he wasn't fine with this at all.

We're going to have to go to some nature thing with, like, four other kids who are probably bird-watchers and tree-huggers. My mom signed us up to go; we aren't going to have fun at all! She groaned at her own thoughts but reluctantly walked to the door with Zach. Inside, her parents glanced expectantly at them, with Peter and Jessica giggling behind them in safety.

Rena looked at everyone before giving them confused glances, cocking her head. Her dad was already getting his jacket on, keys in his pocket. Wait, that couldn't be right. They weren't supposed to leave until the evening!

"Where are you going, Dad?" Zach asked, as if reading her thoughts.

Sam Johnson looked at them both before looking at his wife nervously. She made a face, as if trying to encourage him. Encourage him? Encourage him for what?

"Your mother decided that you two should get an early start today, so she changed your flight to the 10:30 one, which means we have to leave now."

Rena's mouth dropped, and she didn't have any words to describe this moment. As she quickly glanced at Zach, she realized that he felt the same way, since he was just staring at them in shock. Finally, she tried to speak, anger seething out of every word.

"What…do….you….mean?! You already ruined our vacation by signing us up for this stupid thing, and now we don't even have a day to ourselves? I was planning on being with my friends today, incase you didn't remember!"

Then Zach spoke, agreeing with his sister. "Yeah, Mom, this is so unfair! Do you enjoy making our lives horrible or something? I was going to be with my friends, too, along with . . . Kristy."

Rena almost smacked her brother on the back of his head when he said that. Their mom hated that Zach was dating, and she wasn't a fan of the girl, either. She was everything that her mom could not stand about girls, which was pretty much everything that Rena didn't like, as well. That was one subject that she could agree about with her mom; Kristy was horrible. And bringing her into the conversation would just make it worse.

Their mom glared at them, her eyes slits. She shouted, "Oh, I am so sorry, Zach, for interrupting your love life, but you'll have to deal with it. You children have no morals, no respect, no –," but her husband interrupted.

"That is enough, Lela," he said sternly, and Rena's mom actually stopped talking. He gave one look at him before storming out of the kitchen, not even saying good-bye. Their dad gave a sympathetic look towards the kids and told him, "Why don't you guys get in the car. I'll be right there."

"Can we come, Daddy?" Jessie cried, hands on her hips.

"Yeah, please?" Peter added, looking at their dad with big eyes.

He laughed at the kids and nodded his head, and then he headed upstairs, where Rena guessed her mom was. Speaking of her mom . . .

Why does it feel like she hates us? Now I'm kinda glad we're leaving . . . I'd go anywhere to be away from here.

As they got in the car, Rena immediately ran to the passenger seat, while Zach was forced to the back. Peter and Jessie were arguing again, but Rena blocked their voices out and closed her eyes, trying to envision what this trip was going to be like. There were a few positives, she supposed. She got some time away from her parents so hopefully they could cool off, and she also could get away from her younger siblings. They were sweet, but they could get too annoying at times. And in addition to that, she would be away from Greg Harpowitz, that weird sophomore who kept following her everywhere. Maybe he would find some other, cute girl who was equally as stalker-ish. She didn't know; only time would tell.

Her thoughts were interrupted, though, when she was very suddenly, very rudely shaken awake. As she gathered her thoughts and blinked out the bleariness, she saw that they were already at the airport! Wow, had she really fallen asleep?

"You seriously sleep like a rock," Zach said from outside, already holding a duffel bag of clothes. "We were blasting the music, and the younger kids were arguing again, yet you barely even reacted to it!"

She laughed at herself in embarrassment before hopping out of the van, smoothing out her shirt and jeans. Her dad was currently in the trunk, pulling out Rena's bag. Once he did, he tossed it to her, and of course, she almost dropped it.

"Klutz," came her brother's voice from the other side of the car.

"Zach, you better shut your mouth!" she yelled in reply, and luckily he did.

Their dad, Jessie, and Peter all went with the twins to check in and find their gate, every once in a while looking at the clock. Rena knew that her dad was worried that they would miss their flight, and she was, too, even if she wouldn't admit it. She had picked up her dad's quality of punctuality, which could get very annoying, but it did come in handy. If Zach ever forgot about something or was going to be late without realizing it, she would always get him in check, and she had saved his butt so many times!

Finally they stopped at one of the farthest gates in the airport, which wasn't very crowded. There were a few families and older couples, but it was mostly just businessmen. One person did catch Rena's eye, though; it was a boy, probably around fourteen or fifteen like her, and he was currently wearing a gray hoodie and black shorts that went to his knees. His straight black hair was almost over his eyes, and it stopped halfway over his ears. Rena wished he would look up so she could see his eyes, and it seemed like he had heard her thoughts because he suddenly looked up, staring at her. His cool gray eyes seemed bored, as if he didn't care about anything. Zach gave her a shove to keep moving, rolling his eyes.

"Look at that guy," he muttered, talking about the same boy Rena had been looking at.

"What about him?" she asked innocently as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

Zach gave her a look as if she was crazy. "Are you serious? He looks like a juvie or something!"

Rena smiled at him and patted him on the back before turning to face her dad and little siblings. Jessie and Peter looked absolutely crestfallen, and as Rena gave each of them a hug, she felt drops of water fall onto her t-shirt. That left her dad, one of the people that she loved the most. He gave a small smile, as if he wasn't sure what to do, but Rena opened her arms widely and wrapped herself around him.

"Bye, Dad," she whispered.

"Goodbye, sweetie, I'll see you soon. The week will be over before you know it." As much as she wished to believe him, she couldn't; she knew that this would be one of the longest weeks ever.

"All passengers in rows 1-15 now boarding," came a muffled announcement. Rena glanced at her ticket and read 14C, so it was time to go. She grabbed Zach's arm in nervousness, since this was the first time they had flown alone, and he didn't pull away. Instead, he sent her a warm smile, for once not teasing her. With one last wave to their family, the brother and sister boarded the plane, not sure what this vacation would bring. Rena did have a feeling about it, though; this trip would change her life in one way or another, and she was a little worried about what that meant.