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Chapter 1

        When we first found out that Isabelle had lost her memory, my mom made me go to a therapist. For, she had noticed how bad I was getting.  I only agreed to go once, but I used the one thing the lady had told me to do all the time.  She said, because my emotions had been extremely heightened, I needed a way to control them.  So, the lady told me to count to ten and take deep breaths to ignore the overpowering emotions.  And when I did, they lowered to less extreme levels.  It was odd, but it worked.

        So, considering all the emotions flying through my head and the annoying taxi driver's obnoxious chattering, that is exactly what I did.  As the driver, Sam, continued his pointless rambling, I shut my eyes tight and took deep breaths before counting slowly: quietly.  One, two, three, four.  Sam continued to talk. Five, six, seven, eight.  He took a glance at me and narrowed his eyes. Nine, ten.  I breathed out loudly and Sam eyed me suspiciously.

        "You okay?" He asked before glancing at me again for a moment.

        "I'm fine," I mumbled before looking away from his piercing gaze and into the city.

        Sam looked at me oddly again before focusing back onto the road  He stopped talking then and let an awkward silence thicken in the air before turning up the radio.  Sighing softly, I pulled my headphones out of my backpack, and plugged them into my ears.  I rode the rest of the way to the airport to the light vocals of Ed Sheeran and the loud beating of my heart.

        I handed Sam his money before stepping out of the car.  The large, modern doors of the airport and bustling of people rushing to their destinations seemed to pull me out of the haze that engulfed me in the car.  I stepped to the door with my backpack and large suitcase and pushed into the crowd that awaited inside.

          My mind wandered as I subconciously walked with the flow of people headed towards the desk.  After waiting in the long line, the lady called me to front: "Next!"  I walked forwards and she looked at me expectantly. "Passport?" The lady, Haley (the bubbly letters on her name tag told me so), snatched the passport from my hand and looked over it.  "What is a young lady like you doing traveling this far from home? What are you running from?" Haley asked as she typed speedily into the computer.

        "Myself," I mumbled, hoping she wouldn't catch it.  But, she did.  Haley gave me a small, sad smile before pointing to the right.  

        "You're plane will be at section three in an hour, good luck," she said and handed me back my passport and a ticket.  I grabbed it from her hands and pulled my luggage away towards security.  The  guards checked me for the weapons and hazards I didn't have before sending me towards the boarding and shopping area.  I dropped my suitcase onto the ramp that sent it into the bottom of the plane before finding a way to occupy myself.

        The hour was spent wandering aimlessly, eating an early dinner, buying packs of crappy and over-priced gum or candy from stores, and buying a book to add to the couple  favorites in my suitcase.  I put the new book, The Maze Runner, into my backpack before looking at the time again. My plane would be here to become my escape in fifteen minutes.  I sighed lightly before walking towards the benches near the entrance to the plane and pulled out the book to read.

        You see, I tend to exit our own horrible world when I'm reading and travel to one of my own.  So, I was pulled from the mysterious world of the Glade by a young man who I had just realized was sitting next to me.  The man, who seemed to be a year or two older than me, tapped my shoulder lightly to pull me from the book. "We're boarding, so, you may want to get in line," he smiled and gestured towards the line that swiftly grew from the entrance.  I nodded and placed the book back into my backpack,

        I walked through people to enter the tunnel. I walked into the plane and glanced down at my ticket to find the seat number.  The seat I had chosen in my delirious state was towards the center of the plane, so my travel through the foreign, metal beast was short-lived.  I sat in the seat nearest to the window and placed my backpack on the floor.  The plane echoed with chatter which I subconciously tuned out until I felt the burning stare of someone else.

          I looked to the seat next to me and jumped to see the young man who had roused me from my daydreams earlier as well.  The man looked at me quizically and I blushed, not used to such attention and stares, before looking down.  He seemed to notice my discomfort and apologized quietly before engaging me into a light conversation.  Though not very excited to participate, I allowed myself to respond.

        "Sorry, my name's David," he spoke gently.

        "Peyton," I responded, and the conversation slowly blossomed from there.  Although I responded simply, David seemed to not notice.  We chatted simply until take-off, in which I had pulled out my book and headphones.  I chewed gum to avoid my ears popping and read quietly while listening to music.  David adjusted himself before pulling out a book as well.  We both read our books, ordered sprites and peanuts, and entertained ourselves for the first two hours.  Although David kept going, I felt sleep begin to tug at my conciousness and placed my book on the table.  I stretched my legs and spat out my gum before tisting into a more comfortable position.

        I lazily looked out the round window and admired the odd scenery.  The clouds sat about thirty feet below our plane and contrasted wildly with the blue of the sky and rainbow of the sunset. And allow me to say it was gorgeous.  I watched in awe and listened to the music on my phone.  Sleep continued to pull at me, and I finally surrendered.  I was finally going to escape the memories that had stolen everything from me.