a/n The OC in this story is me because I got lazy most of the things are true and some are lies (my age however I will not tell ;) Yes this story is L x OC don't like? Don't read. I am not an orphan (knock knock) and I definately am not smart enough to go to Wammy's House If I was one. I made myself A LOT better looking A MUCH better singer A LOT tougher and MUCH MORE antisocial. I could only think of Vancouver at the time because I wanna go to SPF this year they have Carly Rae Jepsen and Marianas Trench! :D (in play land a.k.a the P.N.E) I don't own death note or L or Vancouver or the OC in this story or SPF or Play Land or any thing mentioned that you may recognize. PS THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS REALLY SAD! Oh and I'm still working on my other stories and my MxM story please be patient! thanks

My heart skips in my chest as I realize what is happening, the plane is going down into the deep ocean below. I start to panic and my mom grabs my hand.

"It's okay Nonie, It'll be okay don't worry" she whispers.

I know she is lying, tears roll down my cheeks. I don't know what to do because my Nana is rows behind us and I can't see her. I scream as the plane hits the water and breaks apart. I loose grip on my mother's hand and I'm pushed away by the waves until I can't see her anymore. I swim to the surface and try not to think about what might be in the cold water below. I look for something to hold onto as the waves wash over me and threaten to pull me under. There are very few people above water and none of them are my parents.

"MOM!" I scream "WHERE ARE YOU!" I start to panic as my heart thuds faster in my chest.

"NANA!" I scan the water for them and even look underneath the waves but there is no sign of them.

I wait more than ten minutes and I don't see either of them. I have something wrong with me; when ever I panic about loosing someone I forget what they look like. When they don't pop up I let go of the seat cushion I'm holding onto only to be pulled above the water by a woman in a flight attendant outfit.

"Hold onto me!" She commands

"Where are they?" I ask as if she would know

"I don't know, we'll find them okay? But right now we have to get out of here!" She drags me away from the wreck that was once an airplane.

I call for them even louder as I panic more and fight to swim back. The woman pulls me away just in time as the fuel tank bursts and the remains of the thing go up in flames. Whatever survived or was around it is dead now.

"NO!" I squeak.

Helicopters appear in the air and the woman waves our arms about and catches their attention. Before I can start to cry we are pulled out of the water on ladders. Still no sign of my family. We are all on board and I ask if anyone else was found but they just shake their heads and tell me not yet. Nobody mentions my Mother or my Nana. I burst into tears as my last bit of hope is shredded. The flight attendant who saved my life asks me my name and I tell her Fionna and my last name. I cry into the towel I was given and I fall asleep.

When I wake I am in a hospital. I know this place because I have been here before, I'm in the Vancouver Hospital. I had multiple trips here when I was around six. I scream as loud as I can when I realize what happened. Doctors run in immediately I ask about my parents and they shake their heads. They mutter things like I'm sorry and other things. I freeze and ask what is wrong with me, ignoring the fact before. Apparently I had some sea water in my lungs and a minor concussion.

The week of healing passes by slowly, they know I'm physically fine but what they are monitoring is my behavior. I get no visits.

I am supposed to stay with my aunt and uncle in their tiny two bedroom house. My little cousin has a room and they do to. I prefer sleeping on the couch but I always wake up under the table. I go to my same school but nobody talks to me anymore. Maybe because I hate all of them, maybe because they don't know what to say. Perhaps it is because I avoid them or because I run out of the classroom in tears or screaming. Possibly because I don't wear shoes anymore or change my clothes.. they are always clean I just don't change them.

I run from my 'new home' every chance I get and back to my old address one day I collapse on the lawn because I see a new family in my house. In a mere few days I am sent off to Alberta to live with my cousins. I share a room with my cousin who was always my favorite. I tend to wake up under the bed and I was told that I was scaring the little ones with my sleepwalking and singing through the halls. Everyone at my new school thinks I am crazy and in a week I am sent to an orphanage in England. The place is Called Wammy's House and I'm told to feel proud because it is for gifted children.

Here I have not chance of escape and once again everyone thinks I'm crazy. I still sing and sleepwalk and I hate everyone in this stupid place. I wake up crying every night under my bed, All the classes are easy and No one interests me until I meet a certain boy with dark hair.

So there you have it first chapter suggestions are welcomed and I'd love some nice reviews ;D Yes I do sleepwalk and talk in my sleep yes most people think I'm crazy but they have a good reason to. xP LOL I burst out laughing for no reason :l :::Laughs Nervously::: on a different note... Bye!