Just a Name

Chapter 1

Today.

Everything that I've been and was planning to become, it's all gone starting today.

And even though I'll be eighteen in a couple of months, something about moving half way across the world makes me feel like a five-year-old.

"Blair Martin." I tried smiling to the women with bright cherry lips behind the counter as I handed her my new passport.

At first it was going to be Smith, most common last name in the US but when Martin came up, most common last name starting with m, I couldn't resist having at least a letter that reminded me of my family and home.

Home.

I can think of LA as anything but home anymore after what happened over the summer.

"Welcome on board." The woman handed me back my passport and gave me the biggest, fakest smile that stewardess are known for.

I still couldn't believe that I was coming by myself, but I knew that it wouldn't take long before my dad came to visit.

Some of his biggest studios are in London, it's one of the reasons why England was the obvious choice for me to 'start over'.

Once inside the plane, I spotted a guy around my age sitting next to the seat my boarding pass read and I immediately started to panic.

After the incident, I've been nothing but a nerve rack around men.

Did he take my picture? Is he recording our conversation? What if he's being paid by reporters?

I turned around to ask the stewardess at the door to help me switch seats but there was a mom with a baby carriage blocking the reduced hallway and I couldn't get to her.

Fuck.

I turned around again as I calmed myself. I didn't have to talk to him, it was only a thirteen-hour flight.

"Excuse me, I'm on the window seat." I said looking at the guys piercing blue eyes. He quickly got up and offered me a small smile as I slide into my seat.

To my luck, the woman with the baby carriage was seated in the row behind me and I swear I could already hear the baby crying.

"Beauty of flying coach." My blue-eyed neighbor whispered to me. I jumped a little when I felt him that close to me and tried to hide my nervousness with a small chuckle.

The minute they closed the airplane's door, I popped a few of the sleeping pills the doctor gave me to calm my anxiety and I dozed off.

According to the very nasal voice coming through the speakers, we would be landing in the London Heathrow Airport in just a few and I had slept a total of twelve hours and thirty-eight minutes.

As I got off the plane, I checked my notepad again to make sure I had the right names: Claire and Charles.

The couple that was kindly taking me in until I could find my own place. They had been friends with my grandparents and stayed friends with my dad; I could only hope they weren't industry friends.

"Excuse me..." A woman's voice said behind me. I turned around and she was giving me a very enthusiastic smile. Behind her, a man was holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

"Sorry, I'll get out of your way." I said stepping to my right so that she could collect her luggage from the band.

"Dear." The woman spoke again and rested her hand on my shoulder. "We're Claire and Charles." She said gesturing to her husband. "You're William's daughter."