Prologue
Moving to a new town isn’t always easy. Especially moving from another side of the world. It’s confusing. It’s complicating. It’s uncomfortable. The change in time. The change in temperature. The change in behavior. It’s all different. It’s hard for everyone. It’s hard for the parents. It’s hard for the family that they’re leaving behind. But it’s even harder for a 17 year old girl.
I’m Shiloh. Shiloh Wescott. As you may have guessed I’m 17 years old and today I’m moving from Brisbane, Australia to Bradford, England. It’s not really an easy move. Well actually, it’s not an easy move at all. It would be hard for anyone to move during school year, making new friends and adapting to new situations would be tough for anyone. But moving during a summer is even harder. You don’t have the chance to meet anyone new. You don’t have the chance to make new friends. You don’t have the chance to do anything really. The only result would be, being alone all summer. And it was just complete bad luck for me, that my dad had finally decided that he wanted to move during the summer. My dad had decided to move after he’d been offered a new job as the Chief Intelligence Officer of the entire MI6. I’m not even sure what he does, all I know is that it’s like a secret police force that works on solving crimes such as drugs, murders, organized crime all over Britain and other countries. I also knew he was a very important man. And I also knew that he travelled. A LOT. He was rarely ever in my house. It was just me, my kitten Tom and the cleaner Judy who came once a week.. I hated this since me and my father are very close. He’s protective over me and hates leaving me alone. Which is why he chose Bradford out of everywhere in England. My aunt Carrie lives there, and she was moaning about how much she misses me, and how sad she is that she hasn’t watched me grow up. So my dad thinks that if we live in Bradford then my aunt could come and check up on me most days. It was a win-win situation for them both from their point of views. It was a win-win situation for everyone really. Except for me.
But back to the current situation. So now I was moving to Bradford at the very start of summer with no one to keep me company for 6 whole weeks. I guess it doesn't help that I'm an extremely shy person. I don't have the confidence like some people have. I wouldn't be able to just walk up to a girl my age and start talking to her. So I would just have to deal with being lonely. My dad would be gone a lot which would make me even lonelier.
I was dreading the fact that I wouldn’t know anyone. I was dreading being on my own in a foreign country on my own all the time. I was dreading not having anyone to mess around and spend my time with. I was dreading being in that big, empty house all on my own. I was dreading leaving my friends behind in Australia.
I was dreading being alone.
But little did I know that this wouldn’t be the situation. I didn't know that one moment could change my life forever. I didn't know that this summer would be the most extreme and interesting summer I've ever had. I didn't know that I would forever be a different person after these 6 short weeks.
