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Chapter One

A knock on the door awoken me from my slumber. Then it hit me today was the day I was moving into my new foster home. I am flying from Baltimore Maryland all the way to Orange County California. Foster parents scared the hell out of me. I'm going to live with complete strangers. But Im not going to talk to them, hell I'm not going to talk to anyone. Since my parents and my 13 year old brother died in a car crash. I was the only survivor and I should of died with them. I caused the crash, me and my parents were fighting. Their eyes were on me instead of the road. Tears streamed down my face at the memory.

Another knock pulled me away from my thoughts. I rubbed my eyes and began walking towards the front door. Not caring how I looked like. I opened the door revealing a middle aged woman with red hair and dark chocolate eyes.

"Hi um.. Layla" she checked the clipboard for my name. I awkwardly waved at her. "Go get ready! You are going to California to live with your foster parents. The movers will move your boxes." I really didn't need a reminder of my foster parents, like seriously.

Leaving the front door wide open so the lady could walk in I went into my closet and chose an attire. I heard California was a warm state so I pulled out blue denim shorts and a simple black v-neck. I slipped on a pair of vans and went to the mirror to do my hair. I French braided my hair and put on my glasses that were way too big for my face.

"Layla are you ready?" I walked out of my room to reveal myself." I guess you are. The movers have your boxes, you need to catch your plane." I grabbed my phone off the kitchen counter along with my headphones and my notepad I carry with me to communicate. I followed the lady, who surprisingly hasn't given her name to me yet. She took out her keys revealing her silver Lexus waiting in my driveway. I hopped in the passenger seat and she sat in the drivers seat. Turning the key in the ignition she pulled out of the driveway and drove towards the airport.

"Oh sorry I haven't given my name" no shit Sherlock." I'm Terra.". I wrote down in my notebook 'Hi Terra' in big letters and showed it to her. "Would you like to know more about your new parents?" I shrugged I really didn't want Terra to mention anything about my "new" parents. "They have 2 boys, the mother is named Celeste and the father is Joey-" I'm pretty sure she continued but I cut her off by plugging in my headphones. At that moment nothing existed, the music became alive and vivid.

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"Calling seats 8-10" that's me I scrunched up my face at the thought of being on a plane. Yes I know planes are the safest way to travel but to me it was still a death trap.

"Bye Layla have fun with your new home" I took my luggage behind me and pulled it towards the plane. I looked at my plane ticket and it was row 8 .I took the window seat and waited for the plane to start moving. "Please turn off all electronics!" The flight attendant spoke. Sighing I turned off my phone and waited for the attendant to tell us when we can turn them back on." Ladies and Gentleman you are now allowed to turn them on."

I cheered mentally and turned on my phone to listen to music. Stuffing my ears with my headphones I opened my sketching book. I looked outside to see what I could draw. It was perfect. The last image of Baltimore I will ever see. I took a picture of it on my phone and set it out for me to draw. I sketched out the buildings brick by brick and drew the factories I've seen in the picture. I closed my sketch book and a tap on my shoulder startled me. Taking out an earbud I turned my head to the person who wanted my attention.

"And where might you be going after you leave this plane?" I gaped my mouth in disgust at his words but his appearance was no where near disgusting. He had messy Blonde hair and his eyes were a caramel brown. I smiled to myself at my thoughts, bad Layla.