"Lena" a light shaking wakes me from my sleep "honey, we're here. Wake up"
I open my eyes, and am greeted by a shining blue pair of eyes, belonging to my mum.
"We're here already?" I question, my voice groggy.
My mom nods, and stands up.
"C'mon, up you get" she smiles, and picks up my little brother, Griffin, from the seat beside her.
As I rise from my chair, I hear Griffin's voice,
"Mummy" he says "planes are so exciting, when can we go on one again? I loved this journey!" He beams, looking at my mum, who just shakes her head and laughs slightly.
"How I wish Lena thought the same thing when I first took her on a plane," she begins whispering "she complained the whole way!"
Griffin just laughs and looks at me.
I move into the walkway of the plane, and take my carry on bag from the over head storage shelf.
We get off of the plane and get our suitcases from the main airport, then we make our way into the car park where mum's boyfriend, Matt, is waiting.
Matt's nice, but he'll never be able to replace my dad. My dad died when I was little, in a car accident in LA. We moved to Florida when mum met Matt - I was just 8. She got a job at his work office, hence the moving state. But then, last month, mum decided we'd move back to LA, and invite Matt to live with us.
Matt is trying to position himself in my life as my dad. He'll never even get close to that. Ever. He thinks he knows all about me, when in reality, he knows absolutely nothing.
Just because he's Griffin's dad, doesn't mean he's automatically mine. Yes, Matt is Griffin's father.
He's only 4, so he doesn't really know what's going on. He thinks we're going on holiday. Boy, someone better explain to him what's really happening, before I do.
Ok, so maybe I should tell you more about me.
I'm Lena Mae Tyler. Child of Harry John Tyler and Marie Scott - Scott's my mums maiden name.
I'm 14, and I love music. I sing all the time. I'm hoping to become famous as a singer, but every time I try to talk to my mum about it, she drones on about how the odds of making it in the music business are not in my favour. Sounds like Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games if you ask me.
I have an unhealthy obsession with boybands and youtubers. Joey Graceffa, Jack and Finn Harries, Jenna Marbles, Zoella, One Direction, District 3 and Union J. They're my favourites.
I'm actually British, but I've lived in America since I was 2. I've never picked up an American accent, so I sound really out of place. My mum on the other hand sounds like she is American.
I have dark brown hair and hazel coloured eyes, both of which I inherited from my dad. My mum has blonde hair and blue eyes, which got passed down to Griffin.
You could say I'm tall and slim, but I'm too insecure to think that of myself. I can't accept compliments from anyone. Nobody whatsoever.
My best friend is Lauren Cimorelli. We've been best friends since preschool. When I moved away, we started writing to each other. My last letter to her was this:
"Dear Lauren,
Life has been great in Florida for my mom, Griffin and I. I miss you lots though.
Mom says we're moving back into LA soon, and I can't wait to be united with you.
Best friends forever, right?
With love, Lena xx"
There was more to it than that, but I don't want to bore you with unnecessary things.
I never got a letter from Lauren again. Maybe she doesn't want to be my friend anymore, maybe she's moved on, and got another best friend. What if she doesn't even remember me?
Mum said I'm going back to my old school. Which is lucky, seeing as all of my old friends are there. I can't believe I get to see them again, it's been so long!
Hopefully they'll be happy to see me too!
