I’m finally on my own, alone. I just turned eighteen a couple of months ago and I got a job offer in Los Angeles California. I’ve been writing since I could write and when I reached junior high I joined the new paper and I did the same in high school and in my second year of high school I was offered a job as a reported for the Salem New Hampshire news paper and I accepted. My job threw the years had grown and now that I’m done high school I can take the job offer.
    Ya my parents were pissed when the found out I wasn’t going to collage but if you think about it I was only going to go because I wanted to be a reporter and I got that before I ended high school so if you think about it I only have to go to collage if I get fired or quit from my job now. It took a couple months to pack all my stuff but it happened and I’m on my way to California right now.

    Okay were am I, I know I’ve been to New York and Ohio and I was just or am in Illinois… wait MISSOIRI. Okay I know were I am. Maybe I should start reading the signs that are around me. I don’t have the best sense of directions; I get that from my mother. I was thinking to my self every thing like what it was going to be like living a walk away from the Pacific Ocean and the people there the heat was defiantly something I couldn’t wait for. Living in New Hampshire the only heat you got was in the summer and some days it could be beautiful in the morning and when lunch hits there could be a huge thunder storm and then in the after noon it could be gorgeous but it would be soaking wet and the only thing my mother would let us do it go swimming. I was the only person in my family that could wear black pants and a black long sleeve shirt out in the sun with the tempter of a hundred and be fine.
    Déjà vu was something I got very often and it was right… most of the time. But I was felling it again. Here only in Missouri, why? Did I know some one here? Have I been here? I was driving know were I wasn’t heading to the high way I was fallowing my senses. I stopped when I came to a little lake. There were little kids splashing in the water and laughing the parents were sitting in the shade watching them or reading doing something. I took my shoes off and walked over to the sand. It was hot but to be it was just a nice day out no to cold or to hot. I walked to the waters edge. The water lightly slid over the top of my feet and I was gone. Every one in the water was gone but for…me and a boy about the same age I was at the time. Great another flash back vision. I was watching not remembering what or when this happened. I could feel something bad about to happen but yet we all looked happy. Every thing was fine minuets passed and nothing happened. I was about to snap myself out of it when I saw a figure in the trees. I’ve never seen him before, have I? No. I was just about to fallow him but I was snapped out of it and back on the beach just like before. I looked over to where I had seen the man and walked over to the forest end. Nothing.
    “Annabella?” I stopped froze. Maybe I did know some one that was here. “Yes?” I turned around to face a familiar face I hadn’t seen in years. I had a huge smile spreading across my face and I walked toward her. “Grandma.” I had my arms open for a hug. “I knew there was a reason I had to stop a while here.” my grand mother had a smile on her face and held my with her hands on my arms. “Another feeling?” she asked wrapping her arm around my shoulder to walk into the shade. “Ya and I just had one of those flash back visions like you get.” We were sitting on two fold up chairs she had brought for her and grandpa and from what I could tell grandpa was busy playing with the little kids in the lake.
    Grandma was the only family member I could relate to, because she got the visions like me I apparently get it from my dad’s side of the family. But she was there when I first got them. In fact I lived here with my grandparents for a little bit when I first got this “gift”, and that’s why I had to stop because I remembered this place subconsciously. I remember when ever something happened or if I was bored my grandma would take me here and we would just sit in the water and talk.
    “Grandma did I know any one ells here like a male adult?” No you don’t remember you only had a couple of friends and they lived in the neighbor hood and the only male adult you really knew was your grandfather. Why?” I was looking at the forest and then looked back at my grandmother to see that she was confused. “I was just wondering that’s all.”
    We talked for ever and it started to get dark and I was getting hungry. “I would love to stay and talk for ever but I have to get something to eat and start back to California.” I stood up was about to say good bye to my grandpa but I was cut off “Why don’t you come back to are house and you can eat there for free and get a comfortable night sleep and then leave tomorrow unless your on a deadline. I smiled at her and gave her a tight hug. “I would love to.” She smiled back at me and yelled out to Grandpa. “Wendell your granddaughter is staying over tonight.” He stood up and walked towards us “Great that gives me and excuse to make my Zucchini Salad.” He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around me and hugged my tight. “Yes I haven’t had that in years.” I said giving him a huge.
    I drove my car to there house and we cooked out in the night. “How old are you know.” My grandfather asked over at the grill. I leaned my head back so I could see him “Eighteen two months ago.” They both looked at me in shock. “Wow I thought you were turning sixteen two moths ago I was off by a couple of years.” My grandma said. “So why you to California?” I turned in my chair trying to get comfortable. “I got promoted and I have to go to California. Instead of doing stories for a small town I get to write for a city. It was good timing to because I got the offer a week before I turned eighteen, though mom and dad aren’t to happy about me not going to collage but I don’t see a point I would just be quitting my job to do the same thing I’m doing right know I told them that if I stop doing this job I will be going to collage but I’ve been doing this for a very long time so I think I’m good plus I never really liked school so this works out good for me.” “Wow so you have every thing planed out don’t you?” I took a sip of lemonade and smiled and my grandpa. “Yep and I’m going to be living in a nice apartment a half a mile away from the beach so with me loving to swim and the heat every thing just seems to be perfect but it’s like it’s to perfect like something bad is going to happen and rune everything.” Grandpa shut the grill top and walked over to us with a bowl full of his famous Zucchini Salad. “Well luck seems to be on your side right know just enjoy it while it last.” “Ya I know I learned that from you two.”
    We ate and talked for three more hours after and went inside. We talked about what was going to happen when I got to Los Angeles and that when I go home to visit my family I would have to stop in Missouri to visit them.
    “Here you go you can sleep on the pull out couch tonight. We still have a couple of blankest you use to sleep with when you lived with us and two pillows. You do still sleep with two pillows right?” I smiled and nodded my head as I walked to the fridge to get a cold drink. “Why don’t you guys have the air conditioning on?” grandma raised one eyebrow and looked at my grandfather “He refuses to buy a new one he keeps saying he can fix it but it’s been a month and he can’t get it fixed.” I walked over to the table and set my drink down and walked over to it. “Can I have a screwdriver?” My grandfather walked over to his tool box and walked it over to me. In a matter of seconds it was working and on. “Look at that you granddaughter can fix it in seconds and you can’t fix it in a month,” she said hitting with the back of her hand on his chest. “Well we all know that didn’t come from are side of the family.” I laughed and hugged them good night.
    I walked into the bathroom and took my clothes off and turned to water on to cold. The water felt good considering I was hot and sticky and I smelt. I got changed and headed back to the bed and pulled out my note book and wrote down every thing that I had done to day including my flash back vision from how delicious the my grandfathers Zucchini Salad was and then stuffed it back into my little duffle bag.
    That night was the best night sleep I had ever had since I started this trip. Sleeping in my car wasn’t comfortable because it was small and most of the beds in the motels weren’t comfortable and I didn’t have enough money to sleep in a hotel every night. One night would be about half of my money I had for food and gas and for motels.
    My eyes slid open slowly to face the blinding sun that was right on my face. I stretched and then I caught the smell. My grandmother was making her French toast. That was my favorite thing to eat in the morning when I lived here. I still have it every other morning except for the last couple of weeks I’ve been eating at diners and fast food places. It was good to smell food that wasn’t made my sweaty old guys in the kitchen.
    “Good morning. Where’s grandpa?” Grandma was moving things around in the fridge to find something. “Oh he’s out in the garage playing with his car. Go take a shower and then come back down to eat. Okay sweetie?” I nodded and started to walk to the stairs. I stopped remembering that when I lived here that he was working on a car too. I turned to face my grandma. “Wait is it the same car that he was working on when I lived here?” She put her hands on her hips and smiled at me. “Yes every morning before breakfast and ever night before and after dinner he works on it.” I smiled amused at the fact that it had been more then eighteen year and he was still working on the car.
    I took a cool shower this morning to a little warming but still cold. I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a pony tail and then twirled it into a bun to get my hair off my neck because of the heat it would just make me hotter. I slipped on my knee long brown shorts and a plane dark green tang-top. I walked down to the kitchen and the food wasn’t finished so I decide to go see how much work my grandpa had gotten done on the car.
    As I walked towards that car there was some one ells in there he was leaning right up agents the roof of the car. He was shirtless and had shorts on and had a cup of orange juice in his hands. I was half way to the garage and screamed out to my grandfather. “Still working on the car ha?” my grandfather slid from under the car and the shirtless guy turned around and I looked up and him and froze right there the second I saw him.
    “No way Mitch?” he recognized me and smiled. “Oh my gosh.” I ran right to him and jumped right into his arms “It’s so good to see you again it’s been nine years since the last time I saw you. You look great. What are you doing here? How have you been? Did you go and see the world like you said you wanted to?” He just looked at me and softly laughed. Mitch was twelve when I was nine he was the next door neighbor before we moved to the neighbor hood that my grandparents are currently living in.
    “Ya I know it’s been to long. I come here every morning and help your grandfather with the car since you went back home, I’ve been great everything’s been good for me and unfortunately I never got the chance to see the world like I hoped. How about you how have you been?” I was still shocked to see him I was having a hard time focusing. “Great, umm actually I got a job down in LA and I just stopped here to say hi to my grandparents.”
    “Breakfast is ready.” I heard my grandma holler from the kitchen window. “I can’t believe you remembered him but yet you can’t remember that you lived here for five years.” “Well my life has been very busy plus I was young I don’t even remember where I was two days ago.” Breakfast was great and I told Mitch everything I had done since he last saw me and where I was heading he told me about how he was now engaged and has a baby girl on the way. I couldn’t believe everything I was hearing he did everything.
    I packed up my stuff that I used and threw it in my car. “I love you guys.” I said standing right in front of my car door. I hugged them all goodbye and promised to visit soon. I got in my car a drove out of the drive way and blew then a kiss before I turned the corner.
    I plugged in my I-pod to my car and turned up the volume. I had All time low’s Poppin Champagne and McFly’s Lie some Jesse McCartney’s new stuff and all the Backstreet Boys music a couple more artist were blaring from my car. I decide to turn off my air conditioning and open the two front window’s. I was now on my way to Kansas and heading to California.