Goodbye kiss

Prologue

Amelia
Everyone lies. It's impulsive.  A lie; an intentional false statement. Lies can differ from being a small white lie a child would tell their knowing parent about not eating the last chocolate biscuit. However, lies can also be on a scale of lying about your identity. Lying about who you really are, what you really are. I only just moved to Temby five months ago and already my heart is scattered along the British Isles.
Reluctantly, I moved to Temby from Shropshire leaving behind everything, having a "new start" or so my parents told me. The worst part was starting the new school with egregious teachers acting like they give a damn about me. Snarky girls surrounded by desperate boys looking me up and down as if I was a gazelle in the wild stepping into a lions tertiary. Overly pervasive loners wanting to "be my friend" just so they would have someone. I didn't fit in. 
I never fit in.
Everyday it's the same, I come home to our the aged white semi- detached place my parents call home. I walk gently up three flights of stairs to the top floor trying not to make a noise. If I did the demanding questions would start.
"Amelia how was your day, sweetie?"
"Amelia did you make any friends today?"
"Amelia do you have any homework?"
Amelia this, Amelia that the whirlwind of questions start off small then get bigger and bigger to the last question that always appears:" Amelia, honey, when will start acting like a normal teenager?"
The words are meant as a joke but they always sting. My parents don't accept that I am atypical. According to them, a 'normal teenager' is someone who goes out to all the parties and aces their exams.
Therefore, as soon as I am in the clear I drop my bags then run. I run for the sea. Everyday I long for the rush of adrenaline pumping through my long dried out veins to get to the washed out shore. Lapping against the stones, the waves give me comfort. I breath in and out the fresh air cleansing my thoughts. I remove my muddy white converses and feel the tiny grains of sand cover every crevasse of my feet. Watching my footsteps appear behind me on the wet sand I finally relax.  I sigh as I breath in the strongly salted air that stings my dry lips and makes my eyes water. Quickly, I blink out my tears walking towards the small cove I found on the first day I moved here. My safety net. But that was the last day that my cove was ever considered a safety net. That was the first day I met him: Aaron