The Spectre

Chapter One : Arya

"Arya.. Wake up honey.. We're about to land.."

I heard my mom's soft voice as she unplugged the earphones from my ears. I squinted for a bit, and saw her smiling at me. I stretched and yawned then turned my head towards the window, I could see the plane's wings and down below, the tiny buildings which marks our descent to this foreign country.

It was my first time to travel overseas at the age of 17. I was born and raised in Twin Falls County, Idaho as the only daughter of Marcus and Johanna Lee, both of them are loving parents to me. My dad works as a psychologist with a PhD degree and my mom is an interior designer who also do part time photography. Pretty neat huh? Sad to say, I do not have any accomplishments I could be proud of unlike them. I am just a teenage girl with average grades who happens to be an anime addict, a reader of fictional novels, and knows how to play a guitar using broken chords even with her eyes closed (well, you can call that one a talent.) I am also a gamer, I played RPGs. Inotia, Splinter Cell, Saints Row, Diablo, Dota, name it. Sounds unbelievable huh? Well that is what being an only child can make you. Being home alone as usual in a big house with parents who are always at work and provided you with such necessities and recreations makes you some kind of a geek or something, well, at least that is what I think. I only have time for myself, my studies, and my past-time to deal with most of the time and it is cool. Who needs a brother or a sister? I even dreaded the time when I thought mom's pregnant with her vomiting and all, only to find out she just had Acute Gastroenteritis. I was utterly relieved. I never liked babies. Never liked their cute faces or short and stubby fingers, never liked hearing them cry or seeing them drool. I don't think I could even touch one. I am my parents one and only baby. Always will be. Hah! Not until the unthinkable happened and suddenly, everything had changed. Three months ago my parents separated. And that is the reason why I am on this plane right now with my mom back to her home country to live with her sister Ingrid, an aunt that I have never seen before just in pictures.

You see, my dad is half American and half Korean, and my mom is a Filipina with a Spanish bloodline. So that makes me half of each race I have just mentioned. I have light skin and my features are a mix of Asian and American. My eyes are in a bluish-greenish color and has a round to chinky shape with thick eyelashes. My nose is not too pointy, and I have these thin, pinkish lips. I am 5 feet 6 inches with a body that is in between being chubby or skinny. It is amazing actually; I love eating but my weight won't even increase a pound or something. Well, that's fortunate of me I guess. And my hair, with its long length and waves and its orange to reddish color; it is one of my features that I like about myself, the other one being my eyes. I have always made it look a bit messy for me to have a subtle rock chic vibe.

"Your Aunt Ingrid will pick us up. Be nice to her okay?" Mom told me as I kept my stare outside the window not giving her any kind of response. I was not in the mood for a conversation. I just woke up. But I could feel her staring at me still, waiting for me to stir.

"God mom, stop staring at me. I heard you." I grumbled and crossed my arms on top of my chest.

"I'm just saying, baby.."

"Mom! Stop calling me that. I'm not a kid anymore. Jeez." I snapped and turned to her.

"I was just teasing." She laughed as she saw my grim face and I rolled my eyes. I returned to my previous position staring at the vast lands outside.

"I know this is hard for you, Arya. But you'll get use to it." Mom's soft voice echoed in my ears.

Yeah I guess. Nothing matters any more right? I wanted to tell her but I know it would hurt her so I just shut my mouth. I hate my parents and I want to blame them because of what happened to our family but answering back is a big "No No" for me. I still have some respect. I just did not like the fact that they would not talk or listen to me, and now I am the one who is suffering. I never want to leave my dad, nor our house, my school, and my friends. And now here I am, a million miles away from everything I have grown up with, everything I love. I could not help not to hate.

I felt the plane slowly descending and I sucked up some air. This is it. Once this plane lands on the surface I am totally stuck here. It is weird but I felt like crying. I took my Raybans out from my satchel and wore it. I plugged again the earphones to my ears right after and as soon as I heard Karen-O's voice somehow it soothed my nerves. I just want to be numb.

"Arya, we're here." Mom voiced out and I turned to her. I do not know if I am just hallucinating or what, but I think I saw a small hint of sadness in her eyes.

I touched her hand and squeezed it. "We can do this mom. You still have me."

(Hi readers! So what do you think of the first chapter huh? I wasn't planning on starting this one yet because my second work is still currently ongoing but I'm already excited to make a story with GD in it so, yay! :D You can leave out comments and I would deeply appreciate all of it. Anyway, wait for further updates! xoxo --Katie)

P.S.

And yeah, I chose the name Arya because I love Arya Stark of Game of Thrones. ;)