My suitcase felt heavy in my hands as I fit it into the overhead compartment of the plane. Everything important that I had ever owned was in there, and I didn't want anything to break. When I finally turned towards my seat, the plane had already started moving down the runway, and the seatbelt light was blinking at an alarming frequency. I muttered a quick apology as I squeezed past the woman beside me and slid into my seat. I buckled up just in time, and the plane flew smoothly up into the sky. I stared out the plane window, watching as the land shrunk and was replaced by the endless expanse of fluffy clouds. Trying to get my mind off what was really bothering me.

When I finally gave up, I let myself sink into my seat and into the memories. Mum's final hug before she and Dad had headed off on their adults-only camping trip. The fateful phone call that told me they were never coming back. It was a mountain lion attack, they said. I thought it was a bunch of lies. It would take more than that to kill a whole group of adults. But the fact was that they were gone and that I would have to go live with the only family had left, my grandparents from Mum's side. I had never actually met them and only knew that they lived somewhere in Prince Edward Island. So here I was, on a plane from Toronto. My head hurt from thinking about them, so I tried the stupid tactic that my therapist came up with, that strangely seemed to work. "My name is Selene Perez. I am seventeen years old. I was born in Toronto, Canada..."

Two hours later, I arrived at Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. I rubbed my eyes groggily as I pulled my suitcase behind me. I had fallen asleep going through all the details of my life and before I knew it, the woman beside me had shaken me to get up.

I pulled out my phone and texted the number the police had given me for my grandfather. I received a reply almost immediately and was given the address: 38 Glen Crescent. Such an ordinary name, I thought. I had expected something more... unusual. Mum had never really talked about her parents, only commenting occasionally on how her parents had always been quirky and that they had fallen out of contact. Stepping outside of the terminal, I waved for a taxi and got in.

"Where you to?", the taxi driver asked, as I slide into the passenger seat. "38 Glenthorn Avenue" I replied. With a frown, I asked, "Is it far away?". "Not at all, miss." the driver replied, "just a few minutes". I took a deep breath as we arrived, mentally preparing myself for the meeting. Then I lugged my suitcase up onto the curb and headed for number 38.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of The Discovery! I hope you enjoyed it!