Ten Years Ago

Chapter One

Greyson Cooke. Call that name and every high school girl in a 10 mile radius will come sprinting. That's right. He's your all too typical high school jock. He only loves two things. Basketball and Girls.

Hunter Moore. One word, Anxiety. No one knows anything about her except that she disappeared when she was six. But that's all anyone knows...

They met ten years ago, but neither remember so what happens when the two meet again...
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Hunter

Watching the city of London grow smaller beneath me, I sighed heavily know that in 10 hours I would be landing in Los Angeles, California for the first time since I was six. Honestly, I was scared. I'd see everyone I'd loved for the first time in ten years, including Evan. What if he hates me? What about mom and dad? I haven't talked to them in so long and the last time I did I told them I had hated them. That was 5 years ago...

"Ma'am?"

I jumped, looking up at the overly happy flight attendant, "Yes?"

"We'll be landing in about half an hour."

"Wait, seriously?"

Had I really been talking to myself for nine and a half hours? Are you kidding me? Maybe my anxiety isn't any better...

"Hello?"

Wait. Was she talking to me? Did she ask me a question? Shit. What do I do? She's looking at me like she's expecting something, "Oh. Um, sorry, I zoned out for a second there." Damn it.

Laughing slightly, she spoke, "Well, we're landing in a few and you need to put your seatbelt on sweetie,"

Sweetie? What did she think I was, five? Don't sweetie me, for God's sake! I'm sixteen, not five. Flight attendants could just fuck off for all I cared.

Standing to collect my bags, I stepped into the aisle as the plane came to a halt. I staring out the window at the crystal blue water of the Santa Monica beach, which were completely opposite to the rainy London days. Groaning as I stood, I stepped out of the aisle.

Pain shot though my shoulder as I slammed into the plane's seats.
"Watch where you're going brat," I heard a deep masculine voice speak as I stood once more.

"Look asshole, I believe you ran into me actually. So number one, don't call me a brat, and number two, don't be an ass twat and learn some respect." I snapped, turning on my heel and walking quickly away.

Hey, that rhymed. Such a badass, I am. I thought to myself smirking.

"Damn..." I heard the mysterious asshole mutter under his breath.

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(A/N): Hi, and welcome to my story "Ten Years Ago." This is the very first chapter. And yes the italics are Hunter's thoughts. Thanks for reading! :)

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