Chloe POV:

I used to keep a scrapbook about my life. It held everything. Dates, pictures, notes, memories, me. But, a few days ago, I was swept out of my life. I was thrown into this new one. And the book didn't follow me.

I enjoyed making it, though. So I vowed to start another one. I planned on keeping track of my life away from my family. I wasn't sure on exactly when I'd b e able to return to California. I wasn't even sure where my new home was going to be. Lately I have been plane hopping. Meeting new people, and then being shipped off to someone else. It was getting rather annoying.

Somewhere I had lost my phone. It wasn't much use to me considering I didn't have its charger and it was dead, but it still sucked. I knew without asking that I wasn't going to be able to contact Alek.

I know that my situation is horrible. But I'm being strong. I only cried the one time. This is going to be a new me. I'm going to stop being weak, and I'm going to start acting like the Uniter I was born to be. I've been holding myself together this whole time. I have to.

But I know Alek has figured out I'm not coming home. He's always been tough, but I know this must have hit him hard. I just hope he doesn't waste his life reminiscing over me. I hope he moves on. It would be too selfish of me to ask him to wait for me. Who knows if I'm ever even going to come home?

Today was really hard for me. Today was our wedding day. I should have been walking down the aisle to Alek. Today should have been one of the best days of my life. But it wasn't.

The entire day made me sad, and there was many times I thought I'd cry. I held back my tears though, due to my want to be stronger. I was going to feel the same way, whether I cried or not. I won't lie and say I didn't think about him today. I did. A lot.

But the day was almost over and I told myself that things couldn't possibly get worse. I believed they had to get easier with time. But then it was time to switch planes. I departed my plane only to arrive in a London airport. Immediately the accents brainwashed me. I missed him.

I still do, and always will.

The worst thing is that I'm carrying his baby, and he'll never know. But that's another reason why I must make the scrapbook. Maybe someday, someone will be gracious enough to send it to him. And then he'll see that we are doing fine.

I mustn't be stupid. Nobody will give away my location and send it to him. Alek is never going to know about this baby.

After I was on the next plane, I returned to my silent state where I just thought hours on end. There wasn't a single thing I didn't think about.

If the baby is a boy, I'll name him after his father. I don't know what I'll name it if it's a girl. I have eight months to think of something, though.

I also thought about the home I was going to have. I hoped the people would be nice, and they won't judge me when I come around to telling them I'm pregnant.

One of the biggest worries I had was the birth. To be honest, I am terrified. I don't know how I am going to make it through that. And how am I going to handle being a mother? I don't know the first thing about taking care of a baby.

My worries were beginning to overwhelm me, and I was aware of it. About a week later I knew I had to get away from planes. I had stopped paying attention to where I was being sent, because it was too hard to keep track of.

I decided that it was time to put my foot down. I had to get a home. I couldn't be sent to various locations for the rest of my life.

When the plane landed, I knew it was time to do this. I grabbed the folder and my purse and I got off of the plane. I was looking for a man named Adam. I wandered around the room for a minute looking for him.

Finally, I spotted a young man around my age, holding a piece of paper with his name on it. I walked over to him.

"Hello, Miss King. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said.

"Why thank you. But if you don't mind my asking, aren't you a little young to be a pride leader?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Yes, I am too young. But my parents are the pride leaders."

"Oh, that makes sense then." I said.

"Alright, well we have about fifteen minutes before your flight leaves." He said.

"No. I am not going anywhere." I demanded.

He sighed, "Please don't make this hard on me. It will only anger my father at me."

"I'm sorry but I refuse. I have spent one too many days on planes. Nobody knows where I'm going to end up, correct?" I asked.

"Why, no." He confirmed.

"Then I choose it to be here." I said.

"I don't know if it's the best idea. Do you even know where you are?" He asked me.

"No." I shrugged.

"Ukraine." He told me.

"Good." I said.

"Good?" Adam asked.

"Nobody would possibly expect me to be here. It's too obvious. Why would I come to the place I was born at?" I informed him.

"I, I don't have the authority to approve this." He said, getting nervous.

"Do you have a cell phone?" I asked.

"Yes, but I was ordered not to let you use it because you might do something stupid and call home." He said, not buttering it up or anything.

"Fine, you call your parents and tell them you're bringing me home. I'm staying here." I ordered.

He did as I instructed him. He called and his father answered the phone. At first he sounded angry when Adam told him I refused to board the plane. But when he realized that this is where I chose to stay, he was honored.

"Do you always get your way?" Adam teased.

I playfully slapped his arm.

"I don't even know you and you are mocking me?" I laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss King." He said.

"Seriously, Adam. Since I'm staying, we are going to be friends. You're going to get to know me. And I'm sorry if I'm not the Uniter you thought I'd be. But I am seriously going to be offended if you treat me like a Queen. Treat me like, like your sister!" I demanded.

"You know I have a sister?" He asked.

"No, I didn't. How old is she?" I asked.

"She's ten. Her name is Chiles." I smiled. "Why are you smiling?" He asked.

"I've always wanted a sibling." I said.

We got in the car and we had small chit chat on the drive to our home. When I got there, Adam's parent were there to greet me.

"Miss King!" A large man shouted. "We are so honored that you chose to stay with us! My name is Jedidiah and this is my wife Sandra."

"Nice to meet you both." I said.

"It's our pleasure." Sandra said.

"Come, come. Let's show you your home." Jedidiah commanded.

And so I was welcomed into my new life.

Author Note: I plan on doing a few chapters in Chloe's POV. Then I'm going to skip forward some time. But here is my question: I am going to need to do some flashback sort of things from the time I overlap. Please review and tell me if you would rather…

See me type them out before I fast forward

See me type Chloe reading the scrapbook of the memories.

Your inputs will help me decide.

Thanks :)