Our Wild Hearts

Prologue

Prologue:

Shifting is one tiring, arduous, and a pain-in-the-everywhere kind of process. Like literally. Since the past two weeks, all I've done is help my mom unpack and set up our new house, and although it was fun in the beginning, now it's simply boring and annoying and I feel dead on my feet. Now you're probably thinking I'm exaggerating, but for a lazy girl like me decorating an entire house is equivalent to moving a mountain.

I'm relatively new to the whole moving thing as this is the first time I've ever moved places. I've lived in Chicago for as long as I remember. When my mom got a better job offering, we packed our bags, left the bustling city of Chicago and moved to a small town in Virginia. Of course, leaving the place where you are born and raised is hard, but for some weird reason I had always felt out of place. I was in desperate need of a change. Therefore, I was very excited to move to a whole new different place.

I look around the almost fully decorated bedroom and smile to myself, feeling satisfied. The room is looking exactly how I wanted it to. Looks like my weeks worth of hard work finally paid off. It's a medium sized room with white walls except for the front wall which has a floral wallpaper. In the middle of the room stood my bed with it's two side tables. A tv is plastered on the wall opposite the bed with a white coloured dresser under it. My study desk is on the left side of the room and on the right side is a huge window with a seat. The seat is big and I've decorated it with cute pillows.

There are some cartons lying around in the room, most of them empty, whereas some include miscellaneous items that needed to be put away. I dive back into the carton and continue setting up the room. I have to get done with this soon, as tomorrow is the first day of school and I've reserved the rest of the evening as a pamper session to prepare myself for school tomorrow.

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"And, finally! That's the last of the items," I say, sighing a breath of relief, and take out a frame from the now empty carton, and place it on my side table.

After one and a half hour, I have finally managed to completely decorate my room.

"Boy, am I tired," I say to myself.

I don't know why but I have this habit of talking to myself at times. Is it weird to talk to myself? Meh, not really. Besides, I'm like the queen of weirdness, therefore, it's justified.

Sighing, I grab the cup of green tea I had made myself earlier and plop myself onto the windowsill seat. This seat is like my favourite part of the room. It's really comfortable and makes for a great reading spot. The view outside isn't so bad either. The neighbourhood I live in is clean and filled with big green trees.

Taking a sip of the green tea, I am busy admiring the view of the street when suddenly my attention averts to my neighbours house. Outside their house stood a group of three boys. Although, I can't exactly see their faces but from what I can tell the boys seem about my age.

One of the guy has a guitar strapped on his back and he's standing on the doorstep, holding the doorknob, as if he's about to enter. The other two are standing opposite the guitar dude and the three of them seem to be engulfed in some conversation.

The boys seemed hot and I was tempted to go outside just to get a better look. Maybe that way they could see me too and find me cute and talk to me. I mean a girl can dream, right? I shake the thought out of my head as I know that right now I look like a hobo and it'll probably just scare the boys away. Don't want that now do we?

I continue to admire the boys from afar and watch as the three boys share a laugh and high five each other. One of the guys, who is on the left of the other two, seems quieter than the other three guys. His black hair is a mess and his toned arms are crossed over his chest. These boys are probably the most good looking guys I have ever laid my eyes on. They look so good from far one can only imagine how good they look up close.

I'm busy admiring the beauty of the boys when suddenly the guitar guy shifts his head and his eyes land on me. The other two follow suit and turn to look at me, but before they could get a good look at me, I ducked. Though I'm not sure if I could say the same for the guitar dude.

A wave of fear rushes through my body and I feel my cheeks heat up. I can now hear chuckles coming from outside and I feel like throwing myself off a cliff. Can't believe I just embarrassed myself in front of three greek gods.

Sheesh, way to go Allie!