Hi... My name is Melissa. I'm 15 years old and I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted because I've been on a plane for more than 9 hours, but mostly, I'm tired of running... I come from Malta in Europe and now I am heading to La Push, Washington, America. Can you believe it? As I got out of the terminal, I instantly got lost and panicked. I've never been in an airport as big as this one, and apart from that, I have no idea who's waiting for me. As most of the people cleared out, I saw a beautiful , young woman looking around excitedly and anxiously everywhere until she saw me. She has straight, black hair, and a slim and petitefigure . Lastly, I noticed she had 3 long, deep scars on her face, but still, she was beautiful. Next to her was a really tall man, with cropped hair and huge muscles. I didn't know what to do. She came up to me and asked me, "Hi, is your name Melissa?"

I said, " Yeah, that's me and you are?", as I shaked her hand. She said, " Oh, my name's Emily and this is Sam, my fiancé." I shook his hand and smiled at them both, and they soon reciprocated that beautiful smile of theirs.

Sam took my only hand luggage and while I protested, he said he didn't mind at all. Emily took my hand and led me to an acient, but cute and still functioning white and blue truck. Seeing there wasn't room inside, they finally allowed me to stay at the back of the truck, along with my belongings. As they drove, I began noticing the scenery around me. It was cloudy, quiet, serene.. peaceful. It was a long time I felt like that. You see, I'm not like those teenagers who have the perfect family, go out with their friends and such. I didn't have a loving family. In fact, I ran away from it. I was treated like nothing as a dish rag. I was abused physically and mentally from everyone, especially my father. I spent all my life running and in hiding, until I got to the point that I had to run away from 'home'. But more of that later.. I felt the truck come to a stop and I saw we were in a private, kind of protective place. As I jumped out of the trunk I saw a big and cute house, with a front porch filled with lively coloured flowers. It described Emily perfectly. She grabbed my hand and led me inside. It was wonderful. There was a big kitchen with a lot of chairs and a long table. I asked Emily how many people live here to be exact. She just laughed and told me those were for their friends who are always there. I smiled at her and asked where should I go put my bag. She led me upstairs to a room with a round window, which I immediately adored. She left me to unpack my things and then I could go downstairs and eat something. I loved being here already