Boy oh Boy! It has been a LONG time since I've posted on here. I published this story sometime in 2011-2012. I was in high school at the time. I'm in grad school now! Isn't that crazy? I still watch The Little Vampire which will lead to me reading this Fanfic over and over. I've decided to revamp (pun intended) these chapters because some of the spelling and word choice is horrendous, haha. I don't know if subscribers will be notified of this, but I hope to review and revise the whole story. Bear with me as I usually have no time to spare during school, but I will try my best to post updates. Thank you all who have read, commented, and loved this story. It makes me happy to see that you all enjoyed my vision! ~10/25/19

Chapter 1

The rise of the early morning sun peeked through the tip of the mountainside, where the bare trees lining the highway cast shadows on the asphalt. I was never a morning person, but I was forced to wake up at 5:30 am in order to be ready for my 8:00 am flight to my aunt and uncle's house. Automatically, I was in a bad mood, and of course, my mom knew this. She remained quiet for most of the drive. This was unusual since she is always a chatterbox on road trips. Sending me off for a few months must have weighed heavy on her mind. I don't blame her because I am her only child; her little bird leaving the nest before eighteen.

Leaving was difficult for me as well. I was going to miss my mother immensely. We were two peas in a pod and now we were going to be separated by about 3,500 miles. Yes, you read that correctly. 3,500 miles. I have never been out of the United States before, and although this was supposed to be exciting, it really turned my stomach. I was apprehensive leaving my old life back in Pennsylvania and creating a new one in a completely different country.

I fought back a few tears although the liquid balanced on my lid before it dropped to my cheek. I wiped it away quickly before my mother could she, but she noticed. My mother could tell how nervous I was and reached for my hand as we drove down the highway.

"You're going to have a great time, Chickie. Have an open mind," she said as she kissed the back of my hand.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be alright. I forced myself to be optimistic, but it wasn't working out well. Hell who am I kidding, I am the master avoider of change. This was going to be a difficult adjustment for me to make.

The airport appeared at the horizon. Flights were already taking off in the distance and disappearing into the clouds above. To add to my stress, this was my first flight as well. Our car made it to the parking garage on P3. After checking in all my bags, waiting in countless lines, and saying the most painstakingly long goodbye to my mother, I finally boarded flight 253. I stepped onto the plane and the flight attendant pointed out my seat.

"Here you are dear, seat 18. You're at the window seat. If you need anything sweetie, just ask! I'll be right there!" She turned and walked back to the entrance.

As I got situated, I gazed at the strange faces entering the plane one by one. I eventually focused on the flight attendant who was pointing passengers to their seats. She was a thin girl, who wore her hair in a tight bun. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse; very boring for her attitude. She had enough energy to wear out a Jack Russell Terrier. She was too happy to be in this line of work.

I fished out my passport to make sure I still had it. I was juggling around luggage, paperwork and this passport. If I lost that, I'd really be screwed. I opened it for the hundredth time and read what was written on the inside. My information was printed clearly in Courier font. Brittany M. Thompson; 17; Born September 8th, 1993; Place of birth, Coalton, Pennsylvania, USA. I glanced at my picture. It wasn't very flattering as the camera was too close to my face.

I remember the day I went to get the picture taken. I wore my hair down with my outgrown bangs to the side of my face. The brown beach waves of hair lay delicately past my shoulders. My blue eyes beamed at the camera with their own kind of smile. I had the quirkiest little grin on my face that day. I was kind of happy to receive my very first passport.

By the time I fully examined my passport, the plane had already taken off. I hardly noticed the jet speed and that empty feeling in my stomach. I dug around in my bag for my phone. I put my earbuds in and searched for a song. After a tedious two minutes of indecisiveness and searching, I settled for "The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You" by My Chemical Romance.

Gaze into her killing jar
I'd sometimes stare for hours (sometimes stare for hours).
She even poked the holes so I can breathe.
She bought the last line.
I'm just the worst kind.
Of guy to argue.
With what you might find.
And for the last night I lie.
Could I lie with you?

I thought about a lot of things when I listened to music, life being one of them. I thought about my mother, who figured it was best to send me on this so called "vacation." She knew that this would be a good time to get a clean start and didn't want how we lived interfering with my life. Well, I must say that it interfered enough. After about thirty minutes of listening to music and deep thought, I was out like a light. I had about nine hours and one layover until I arrived at my destination: Culross Fife, Scotland.