Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home

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Peter is your average 17 year old but there's something special or unusual about him that might catch your eye. His perfect Puerto Rican smile of his. No it's not an average perfect smile. If you see that smile you'll fall in love instantly. Peter isn't really into dating because he thinks that his surfing is the biggest thing in his life at the moment since his parents died in a fire.

Peter's POV:
"Alright so I guess I need to start looking at colleges huh?" I asked my grandma. "Yes sweetie I suppose so, why what's wrong?" She replied. "You see the thing is that I don't want to leave you here alone" but actually I didn't want to leave at all. There's some great memories I have here and some terrible ones too so it kinda balances itself out. But really the best part of it all is forgetting about the negatives while I'm in the water. Surfing is my life and I really don't want to leave this for some stupid education. Well I guess I can't go anywhere without some kind of education. But it shouldn't be that bad, right?

Jessica: a rich but nice young girl turning 16 in December. She really doesn't like going to private schools because she feels that people there are too stuck up. Her mom whom is a lawyer and works part time with the government wants Jessica to have a great future like the one she has now but those plans don't sound great to Jessica. Jessica hopes to travel the world and try to improve it somehow.

Jessica's POV:
"Jessica, baby wake up, sweetie, JESSICA WAKE UP" I woke up to my mom opening my curtains letting the bright light passing through the huge windows. I yelled in frustration and she left my room. Ughh I totally forgot it was Monday. "Alright, let's go to school", I whispered to myself. I got up and went to my bathroom to freshen up. I did my hair and make-up. I walked into my closet to see what outfit I should wear today. Basic sweater with some jeans and some cute converse. Lazier than ever I went to the kitchen to eat the food Erica made for me. She's our cook. I wasn't feeling like going to school at all, but mother wants me to go to Harvard. "Yaaay school!" I said sarcastically obviously like who likes going to school ughhh. I went to school to do my basic routine all over again.

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