Anna

CHAPTER ONE

I'm running, not knowing how fast I'm going. I look behind me, he's still chasing me. Still haunting my dream's. A wild beast he is. On all fours. He is black with red eyes. He terriffy's me. But he will never get me, because I am faster than he. I continue running, and then stop. There is a cliff. I take my chances and jump. I notice there is water beneath me. Before I hit it I look up. He is starring down at me. I then hit the water and wetness engulf's me. I feel like a clock. Tick ticking, going back and forth in the water, until I reach the top. I swim to shore feeling somewhat confused. I wake up.

"Anna, time to wake up, We're going to aunt Amy's soon."
"Mom, why do we have to leave the country to visit an aunt?"
"I thought you loved scotland."
"I do. It just get's tireing after a while of leaving once a month."
"Well if you want to be a traveler then your going to have to get used to it."
You see, this is my mom. A scotish woman. She has the thick red hair, fair skin, and still has her strong accent. Even though she moved here to America twenty years ago, she can't seem to get rid of that accent. But I guess I kind of like it.
My dad is scotish too. Born and raised there. Him and mom met when they were young, and then moved here after they got married. Dad has bright red hair as well. But unlike my mom, who has nice pretty fair skin with very few freckles, dad has very many freckles. And you know where that puts me? Put's me with bright red hair and fair skin. At least I don't have a lot of freckles. But somehow I didn't end up with brown or green eyes. I ended up with bright blue eyes. That's the only part of me that doesn't look like my parents. All the rest, the fair skin, the red hair, the thin figure, is all my mom and dad. But I love the way I look. I don't want to sound like I'm into myself, because I'm not. But I don't want to put myself down either. I think that I'm beautiful, and I love myself for that.
When we get into the car and start driving to the air port I look outside my window, and just start thinking. I love to do that. You can discover any story when you look outside the box.
We arrive at the air port, get out of the car and walk inside. When we bored the plain and get into our seats, I notice that right across the isle from me there is a really cute boy. He is lying his head against his seat and has his eyes closed. He looks about my age. Lucky day.
There is an empty seat next to him, and I wonder if he is going by himself. Then I see a tall thin blond woman comming towards him. He opens his eyes.
"Hi," The woman says to him getting into the seat next to his.
"Hello." He replies smiling a georgous smile and shaking her hand.
"So where you headed?" The woman says.
"Scotland. You?" Oh, and he has an accent like my parents too. And he's going to scottland. This is a win win so far. Okay, now I'm feeling a little bit like a creaper. I should stop looking and listening.
"England."
"That's fun. For how long?"
What? He's asking how long? What, does he want to hook up with her? Okay, I shouldn't be jelous. I havn't even introduced myself. I dont' even know him.
"Six months. What about you?"
"A month." A month? That's the same amount of time that I'm staying there for. Yes! Okay, I'm happy again.
"What part of scotland are you staying at?" Okay, did she really just ask that?
"Edinburgh. You?" Holy crap, it's the exact same place.
"London."
By now we have started to leave the ground. Which kind of scares me, for how afraid I am of heights. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I go on plains, I still hate heights. I grab onto the arm rests and close my eyes.
"Mom."
"Yes dear."
"How long is this flight supposed to last again?"
"Anna dear, we've been to scottland many times, going on a flight many times. Yeh don't need teh fear. Yer eighteen."
"Yes, I am very aware of how old I am, but how long is it going to last?"
"About two, three, four hours."
I turn my head to the right and see that it's the extreemly hot guy.
"Okay, so I'll need to handle two, three, four, or however many hours it is."
"Don't worry, if yeh do something to pass the time yeh can get yer mind off of the heights. I do it all the time."
"Oh, yeah? Well what should I do then?"
"Well you can draw, write, read, or you can always talk to me."
I smile, and he smiles too. I look at the blond, and she is now looking out the window completely ignoring us.
"So first off," He says. "What's yer name?"
"Anna. Anna MacAlister."
"Weel, yer deffnitly scotish." He said smiling. "Me name is Conner MacKiernan. So yeh going to scotland. Well that's where I'm going too."
"No way." I said, slightly sarcastic, 'cause I had heard every word.
"Yes. Me family lives is Edinburgh."
"Well what do you know, mine does too. I wonder if we're cousin's." I said jokingly, really hoping that we weren't.
"Nah, we can't be, because then I couldn't ask you on a date."
I frose. A date? But we just met. No he couldn't be talking to me. Could he?
"Well where would you be taking me?" What? did that just come out of my mouth? And in front of him? And my parents?
He laughs a little. "Well there's this little pub in Edinburgh. It's called th-"
"The Halfway House."
"Well you sure know yer places."
I laugh a little.
"I like your laugh. So I'll meet you there tonight at seven, eight."
"Let's do seven."
"Good, seven then."
After talking for a while I noticed that the plane started to go back to the ground.
"Edinburgh, Scotland." The speaker on the intercome said. "Edinburgh, Scotland."
"Well I guess that's us." Conner said.
"Yep." I said now getting up. I didn't realize this before, but my parents were quiet the entire time. That's odd.
"Mom, Dad, you ready?"
Dad's eyes sprung open. Oh, it's time to go? Abbie," He said shaking mom awake. "Abbie, it's time to go."
Mom slowly opened her eyes. When she did I was surprised to see how tired she was. "K mom, it's time to get up now."
When we got off the plane, mom inbetween dad and I, she stumbled. We caught her quckly, dad picking her up and carrying her in His arms.


By the time we got all of our things into the hotel we were staying at, dad layed mom down on their bed.
"What's wrong with mom?"
He didn't respond.
"Dad?"
"Call the doctor please." He replied.
I did.