Okay, so this is my first fan fiction EVER. Oh, joy for my horrible writing. I know this is kind of slow, but I wanted to at least get this out and see if anybody actually liked it. I know the guys aren't in it yet, but they will in the next chapter I promise. I just want to introduce my character Alyssa.

Lemme know what you think and happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or anything else in my story that is not from my own mind.

Chapter 1

Leaving San Joaquin California

Today was the day I left California. I'm hoping it's a permanent move, but we'll see. I decided four months ago in one of my many drunken moments that I was going to make this move. Mom and I had many of those nights. I can't remember exactly what we were drinking though. Probably vodka and orange juice. We were just talking about random stuff when something reminded me of my grandmother.

We called her and she was talking about how hard it was for her to be living alone in her little place and how she wished that someone lived with her. And that's when it hit me. My cloudy mind found that bright light bulb and I told her, "I'll move in with you." She was just tickled pink to hear this. Her words, not mine.

That's what prompted me to move from Tracy, California. I'd never lived out of state before, but I figured why the hell not? It's not like I have a boyfriend tying my down. No kids or lifelong career. Hell, I'm not even gong to school at the moment. I was just a lowly worker at Public Storage.

The next day when I woke up and it still seemed like a good idea to make the 'big move' I called my district manager at work and put in for a transfer. I got a call from a DM in Washington letting me know that she had an opening in the Kent area if I were interested. I of course said yes and did my little victory dance when I hung up the phone. I was pretty damn excited that was going to have a job when I got there. I was starting to work that I was just going to be bumming off my grandmother for a month or so.

This morning when I woke up I had pretty much everything already packed. It just needed to be put in my car. I had a '06 Saturn Vue that I had just gotten two and a half months ago after I wrecked my car on the freeway. I'm not a bad driver, it was just a bad day. Nothing I could have done to prevent that one short of stay home all together.

Once the Saturn was packed with all my clothing and my cat, Shelby, my mother and I headed out on our trek to Washington. We just hopped on the I-5 and headed north. We quickly learned that my cat did not like rock music, much to my dismay. She did however enjoy audio books so we opted out to listen to Twilight instead of my beloved rock and my not so loving howling cat.

"Mom. You know we're going to stop in Weed. I need some of those corny shot glasses they say I heart Weed." I was just talking randomly to my mom as I was grabbing my box of DVDs out of my storage unit in Manteca. I had to stop by there because my dumb ass forgot them the day before. I was so excited when I opened a box and found my Wii and the dvd player I didn't even look farther.

"Really Alyssa? I was hoping that we could just drive straight through to the hotel. Seems like a pointless stop to me." She just stop there and watched my struggle looking for the right box.

I looked up from my dark corner in the back of the space and shot her one of those looks. "I wanted to drive straight through in one day. You on the other-hand are claiming that you're old. 'I'm forty-two years old. I can't sit in a car that long'" I mocked her exact words to me from three days before when I had walked into her room and found her looking up hotels. "So I think me wanting to make a quick stop is perfectly okay. Plus, it'll be a perfect stop to get gas."

"Whatever." And with that I found my box and we were on our way.

There was a lot of laughter on our trip. Mom decided that she was going to play with her new camera she got for Christmas two-weeks ago. She was taking pictures of herself and apparently the zoom was on full force for one. "Lyssa, look at this one."

I glance over from the road and busted out in laughter. It was a sorry attempt as her face was completely blurry and way to close. I just couldn't stop. My face was turning red. I know. Strange, but that was us. We're an odd pair. We have that kind of relationship that we could just look at each other and laugh.

When we got to Weed we pulled off the I-5 and hit up the Chevron. I filled the car up as mom went to use the ladies room. When I was done I headed inside. I found her inspecting their souvenir corner. "You gonna get dad a shirt? God knows it'll be his favorite one."

My parents were avid Mary Jane smokers. So of course was I. I was a little more casual then them though. Just enough to help with the pain in my back. I've had chronic back pain since my early teens. Right before I moved home last year from Modesto I found out that I had a birth defect were my 5th lumbar vertebrae was still fused to my sacrum. Plus I have a bulging disc at my L-4 and L-5, and the curvature in my spine is all out o whack. Only took the doctors eight years to figure that out.

And to top that off when I was in my accident I fucked my neck all up and was out of work for more than a month. 2009 just wasn't my year. Everything seemed to go wrong. That's mainly why I was making this move. To meet new people and start over.

My mom looked up from the rack. "I was thinking about it, but I might just get him a hat. He'll wear that more."

I headed toward the shot glass section and picked out two. One was a classic glass and the other was one that looked like a small shot sized beer glass. Both stated that I heart Weed California. I'm a sucker for that type of shit.

We got out to the car and were about to pull out of the lot when my mom uttered "Shit!" she looked over at me with puppy eyes. "I forgot to get my cigarettes. Can you go back in and get them for me?" It was raining.

"Sure." I thrust my hand out indicated that I wanted her card. She obliged.

Heading up to the register I told the clerk I wanted a pack of Virginia Slims Ultra Lights. I don't know how come she smokes those. It's like smoking air. I was a Camel No. 9 girl myself. I quit when I wreck my car though. It's been tough.

"That all for you honey?" The woman behind the register looked bored out of her mind.

"Yeah thank you." When I turned around to leave I ran right into a leather clad chest. "Umf." Looking up I mumbled a barely audible, "sorry."

The bald man before me said it was okay and stepped around me. I started walking back out to my car and took a look over my shoulder at the man. The vest he was wearing had a reaper on the back with the words 'Sons of Anarchy' scrolled across the back. I looked around the parking lot as I walked and noticed a dark motorcycle. Must have been what he come on.

Getting into the passenger seat I tossed the pack at my mom and we headed out. I instantly regretted letting her drive. As soon as we got on the interstate she got pre-occupied with something and started drifting out of her lane. Not to mention my car is a manual and she's not to great with a stick-shift. I just pull my hood on and close my eyes leaning back in my chair.

If I was going to die today I would do it in my sleep and dreaming of something nice. I'm still a little nervous being in a car and not being the one in control since my accident. It makes me really jittery. Soon though I was in dream land.