~*PROLOGUE*~

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14 Years Old

I couldn't believe my parents were taking me away from all my friends. I'll never forgive them for this....ever! I'm never going to talk to them again. They totally ruined my life.

I'm just going to sit here and keep sighing.

"Harry , you'll make new friends, sweetheart. I know you will. " my mum said.

I rolled my eyes in the backseat because I knew my mum couldn't see me.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Harry !"

What? How does she do that?

"This is so not fair! I thought you loved me, guess not? Why would you take me away from all my friends?"

My mother turned around and looked at me.

"First off, young man, I'm not the one who is moving us to Dublin for a new job. That would be your father sitting right here next to me. " Mum looked over at Daddy who was smiling.

"Second, if you ever talk to me like that again, you'll be very sorry because I... I. . . "

Daddy looked over at mum and waited for her to tell me what torture she would put me through. It seemed like he was enjoying all of this.

"To quote the great Katharine Hepburn, 'I could peel you like a pear, and God Himself would see the justice in it. ' I'll do it, too, young man, if you keep pushing me!"

Daddy laughed, and I just stared at her.

What does that even mean? Why is she always quoting Katharine Hepburn? Oh no!

She was going to make me watch another one of her movies. Just great! Why can't I learn to keep my mouth shut?

"I will never meet another friend like Cory, mum. Never!" I closed my eyes and fought to keep the tears from falling. I will not cry!

"Your sister had to leave friends too Harry, but as hard as it was for her to do you don't hear her giving us a hard time."

"That's because I'm a better kid. That's why you love me more mummy."Gemma says.

"Shut up, Gemma." I say rolling eyes.

"Both of you shut up, and Gemma that's not true I love you and your brother the same." Mum says.

As we turn off the main road, we started to drive through our new neighborhood. It was cute, really cute. There were all kinds of houses in different sizes. Thank God! I hated our old neighborhood. All the girls were into English riding, and they teased me because I liked to barrel race. Ugh, and all the stupid tea parties I had to go to! Yuck! I'm so sleepy we've been at the airport all morning.

As we drove by one simple looking house, with nothing extra special about it, I noticed a guy who looked to be around my age playing with an two older boy out front. I sat up to get a better look. Oh, he's cute!

"Mum, are we close to our house?" I asked.

I looked out the back window, watching the boys chase each other around the yard. God, I hope that's his brother or a friends nothing more.

"We're a few blocks away sweetheart. We have twenty acres, so we're at the end of the road. "

I turned back around and smiled. Perfect. I could ride my bike by their house. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all. As I continued to think about that boy, I wondered about what I should wear for my first bike ride through the new neighborhood.

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