MUST READ! - This chapter is set 2 weeks after the last chapter. Throughout the whole story the time will be changing but I will let you know so it doesn't get confusing. it will at first but then you'll catch on. If you still don't get it PM me.

Alison's POV

I stared out the plane's window and gazed upon the clouds. I expected them to lift the sadness away like usual, but not today. It was terrible. The thoughts of why I was leaving. Or told to leave were hovering over me like a dark cloud and I hated it. The feeling of being so neglected, so unwanted, so careless. Or I was. Now I was alone and all the cares were upon me. The hard life.

I felt the tears stinging my eyes, but I did my very best to ignore them and think of something else. I couldn't. The familiar thoughts forced themselves back into my mind, and I couldn't hold the tears back anymore.

I thought that if I let myself cry, I would erupt with sobs and wouldn't be able to stop. It never happened to me like that, and it didn't happen this time either. Only a couple of individual tears rolled down my cheek and onto my neck, untouched.

I wondered why I had to be so alone right now. Usually when a person is sad and looking for a shoulder to cry on, that person has a shoulder to cry on. I don't. I have nothing. Not anymore.

I was going somewhere where I would have nothing at all. At least back home I had people who I knew, even though most of those people either pitied me, felt sorry or hated me but still better than an empty house, that my own brother bought me to get me away from him.

No matter how much I hated planes and heights and loud noises, I didn't want to get off that plane. The plane felt closer to home than that empty house that was waiting for me. The thought of me being the owner of that house would bring back all the rest of the painful memories and some of them could kill with the pain.

Why couldn't I be a year younger? Why? If I was a year younger I wouldn't be old enough to live by myself and I would have to be either fostered or sent to live with one of my distant cousins or something. Anything was better than being alone. When you're alone, you can feel the silence gnawing at you, slowly eating you alive until there is nothing left of you to break the silence... only crying your own crying.

Evan gave me money. He paid me to get away from him. That's how much my brother hated me. He bought that stupid house, he signed me into some school and got me a job at one of the local restaurants as a waitress. I didn't expect anything better. I couldn't expect anything better, from someone who hated me this much. It was the best I would ever get.

I really couldn't blame Evan, for hating me. For not wanted to have anything to do with me. He believes that I ruined his life, but he doesn't realize that I didn't only ruin his life, I ruined my own as well.

Maybe, he was right to send me here. To put me on this plane and walk away. That way we both could try to forget about what happened. It would be easier for me to leave West Almond, where everything happened and go to LA where I could try to start a new. I tried to convince myself that I could forget about my home in West Almond but it seemed impossible. It was impossible, unless I found something in LA to draw my attention. Impossible.

I hated the idea of such a large city. I hated big. Big was the worst adjective in the dictionary. Evan promised me he signed me up in a not so big school. He did everything to keep me from coming back to nice and small West Almond.

A voice spoke through the speakers, informing us that the plane will be landing soon. All the passengers around the plane buckled up their seatbelts, but I didn't move. My one was still buckled from the time the plane rose of the ground. I didn't care if I was sitting still as a statue, not moving the whole journey. I didn't know these people, and there was a good chance none of these kids were going to the same school as Evan signed me up. I didn't even know the name of it, but I was told that the house (luckily I had the address for that) was just around the corner from my school. It's supposed to be a small area, but it's pretty hard to imagine the word 'small' next to LA.

The landing was smooth and there was no pain either in my ears or anywhere else. But that didn't satisfy me. I was waiting eagerly for the pain, to hide my other much stronger pain, which was not visible to anyone but me.

I boarded off the plane slowly, not looking forward at meeting the sun of LA. There was no sun. The corner of it was peeping out from under a perfectly white cloud, but I was very thankful to it. No sun. Probably the best news I got that day.

I slowly walked to the airport building, looking at the face of every person I passed trying to see if they look as desperate as me. No one did. Everyone seemed pretty happy to finally arrive at their destination. Good for them.

I grabbed my passport out of my bag and showed it to the guy behind the glass window. He just looked me over and nodded his head.

When I reached the belt where the luggage was thrown out, I noticed a vivid green luggage starting its journey around the belt. I dodged to get it before it went behind the rubber blinds and started a new round.

Once the green bag was in my hands I started walking out. One bag was all I had. All I needed. Evan said the house is fully furnished and I have enough money right now to buy enough clothes for all the starving people. But if I did then I would be starving too.

I was quickly out of the airport and was walking towards a taxi still not ready to begin another journey. What choice did I have?

I sat into it and read the address to the cab driver from my little piece of paper. The man nodded and started the car. I preferred this so much more than the plane, but somehow I wanted to be on that plane right now so much because I knew once this car stopped and I got off, there wasn't another journey that I could stall time with. At least it was Friday. At least I had a couple of days to get myself together before I had to step into the cruel grounds of high school.

The taxi went by a big sign that read 'Lovin' Life' in big black letters across a yellow background. I re-read it again and again until the sign was out of view. I tried to find a hint or a clue in it, how to get to 'lovin' life' but failed.

That sign was a big liar.

R&R