When you started on your journey, you didn’t consider how problematic it all seems to be. You’re seventeen, and after paying the money for a plane ticket, you’re broke. Possibly in debt, if your mom discovers the money you took when she wasn’t paying attention. But, still you’re sitting on the longest flight you can think of; flying over what you imagine is the Pacific Ocean. Hoping that in any second you will land in California. Your mom must have discovered by now that you didn’t really go with your class on a ski trip.

You know your plan was simple. Take a train ride to Rome and get onboard the eight thirty flight to Los Angeles. You didn’t want to upset her, but you had to leave. She always told you to follow your heart and that’s what you were doing now.

You just, wanted to know who she is. That girl in your dreams, that brown hair and those blue eyes that haunt you every day. Maybe in the process you could find out how the man knows your mother. Maybe in the process you could discover the past she has hidden from you. Maybe you could make her happy.

She declares her happiness to you every single day, but you don’t know if what she’s saying is fact or fiction. You two laugh together, cry together, and in a few odd occurrences even sing together. But, you still think at times it is a mask. A mask to hide her pain, your mom raised you her self. She barely had anytime to do anything that was almost social.

Even if she had the time, would she want to? After what happened with your dad, you’re not so sure. You were small when it happened; you have no memory of it. Your mom brings him up every once in a while and you have seen the occasional picture, you wonder what he was like when your mom first met him. The only thing you know is that he was a jerk when he left.

Your head falls onto the head rest behind you and you let out a sigh. Maybe you should have told her what was going on. Maybe you should have been honest. But, would it help your situation? It was always difficult for you to tell people your exact opinions and even if you could have let your feelings out, would she have listened? Your mom could always be described as stubborn.

Your mind has overloaded and you take ten deep breaths and flick on your CD player listening to the music as you fall into a deep sleep. The one you are used to by now.

“Look at you, beautiful in all you might and glory” he heard the words of a woman. He looked around, where was he? Where could he be, the huge room felt like a castle in his eyes. The walls were pure and white in there nature and the floor was hot against his feet. He watched her stare at him from across the room. Her figure was covered in a silk white dress and a small wreath of flowers lie on her head. She looked like a goddess in his eyes. She stepped towards him and grabbed his hand slowly.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” she said.

“It’s different,” he replied placing his hands around her waist.

“It was time for a change,” she whispered in his ear.

“And who decided that?”

“You did, I did, who can remember these days?” She answered with a slight shrug. “Is it really that important?”

“Is it ever?” He replied with another question.

“What is this, a game of twenty questions? And to answer your question, I really don’t know,” she told him softly.

“This won’t last long, will it?”

“I only know what you know,” she told him in a slight whisper, her voice seductive.

“And how do you know what I know?” He asked her with a grin.

“Maybe, I know more than I am saying,” she replied.

“Maybe you do, because I don’t even know your name,” he told her.

“It’s not like I know yours,” she continued.

“Huh, I guess you don’t know as much as I was thinking,” he joked, causing a slight smile to spread across her face.

“It’s time and you know it,” she told him, “Don’t fight it, go.”

“What if I don’t want to,” he asked her softly.

“You can’t fight it, when it’s time to wake up. You have to do what you have to do, either way you will,” she told him flatly.

He slowly picked her up, causing the dress to expose her knee. “I’m Ryder by the way,” he said with a shy voice as he disappeared from sight.

“Amanda,” she said softly, as she followed in his action.

You awake with a gasp, not knowing that somewhere not to far away some one else was doing the same thing. A person next to you begins to stare at your sweat covered face.

“We landed,” she tells you softly.

You look at the isle way which is now filled with more people than you can count.

“Thanks,” you reply to her slowly slipping into the crowd of people. You pull the bag from the over head bin place the small leather bag on the shoulders and leave the plane as you possible can.

You step into the airport and your mind races towards your goal. The only thing you can do now is wish to find her. Your only problem isyou don'tknow her name.

- I have already written the next chapter, in it we learn there’s more to Amanda then what one might think. I'll post it sooner if I get feedback. Own none of the canon characters. In addition thanks for Gigi 13’s help and Little Lab Rabbit from writing this wonderful challenge. -