Dear Diary,

Mamma and Pappa are gone on their trip to Haiti. I felt stupid but I cried as they were leaving. It was as if I was a little kid again and they were going off on one of their business ventures. Though then I knew they wouldn't be gone long. Now, oh boy! I know they're going to be gone a long time, there's so much work that needs to be done and I know they are going to be doing good work in Haiti. It's just I'm going to miss them and this is the longest time I'm going to be without them. At least one of them was home at a time and if they were both gone it wasn't that long. Gah, I'm repeating myself, I can't help it, I'm so horribly sad that they're going away and so horribly nervous that I'm going away too!

I thought it was best to get a new diary and leave my childhood one back at home in my hope chest. Ugh, I have to go, we made it to the airport and I just hate flying!

:: Quickly tucking the plain looking leather notebook into her backpack she hurried to slide her yellow pen with the fluff of bright feathers on the top into the mesh compartment in the front as the porter opened her door

"Tack så mycket... eh uhmm... I mean, Thank you very much..." She'd have to get used to speaking English all the time so she may as well start now. The girl that stepped out of the car with the help of a porter was slight of frame but well proportioned. Her hair could have used a few more passes with a brush or perhaps it was just the style that looked a bit on the messy side. A half-hearted twist at the back of her head held in place precariously with a crab-claw clasp. Though her bangs were a bit spiky and wild her hair was a very becoming shade of platinum blonde that went perfectly with her ice blue eyes. An elderly woman with steely colored hair braided into a tight knot that actually pulled at her aged features got out of the car on the opposite side... fanning herself with a hand and looking as nervous as poor Helena felt. "Never will I get used to this flying! If you cannot get there by car you should not be going there!!" Nan fussed and blustered as she'd waddle her way over to her ward... Helena gave a weak smile "I admit, I'm not looking forward to the trip, but it is necessary Nan, I cannot stay here with Mamma and Pappa gone.... They went through a lot of trouble to make sure it was well and good that I stayed with the Montibello's while they did their work in Haiti... and we cannot be upset about that when it's for such a good cause. A little discomfort for us is nothing in compare to what the people they are helping are going through." She's murmur softly to her Nan as her luggage was being taken to the port to be taken off to hopefully the same place that she was going. She didn't like the idea of having to go shopping in a strange city but her parents had insisted that she get herself a whole new wardrobe when she got there. Maybe they felt a little guilty for leaving her, but Helena understood this was very important, what they were doing. She just wished she didn't have Nan following her everywhere like a clucking hen...

The next few minutes were a blur, being prodded along by Nan, going through the security measures and then barely sitting down before the flight was called for boarding... her heart was in her throat by this time. She'd tried to concentrate how nervous she was about the trip to King's City but really she was far more nervous about meeting Nathan again... For the first time really. She didn't remember him before when she'd first met the Montibello's oh so long ago. But of course, there were flittings of butterflies in her stomach... She was going to meet her fiancee. That seemed so....surreal. She was only sixteen but she'd been promised to this boy since she was a very young girl... What would he be like? Would he like her? Would they.... date? Would he like her?? A trembling hand reached up to pat at her unruly pale hair... "I think I'm going to be sick..." she whispered under her breath, though loud enough it seemed that Nan reached forward and swiped something out of the pocket in the back of the seat in front of her on the plane and pushed it into her hand... a bag... gross! "Oh Nan!..." she'd pushed in back into her hands and tried not to blush until her skin burned. "I'm fine, really... just nervous..." closing her eyes and holding on to the armrests as the plane took off...

It would be several hours until the plane landed in King's City... so she decided to take her diary out again... though she wasn't able to write much this time... just doodles in the margins of what she'd wrote before and a small sloppy character of herself with x's for eyes and her tongue sticking out. ::