Prologue
High school. It's supposed to be the best time of everyone's life. Not for me. When I was 17 years old, my parents died in a house fire. I had no family in America, so I was forced to move to England with my crazy aunt. I was forced to leave my friends, leave my school and leave my life. I remember crying like a baby on the plane there, and once I arrived, things weren't any better. My aunt was incredibly strict and religious, not allowing anything to not be her way, my school was full of jocks and girls who looked like models and then there was me. The girl with frizzy, strawberry blonde hair and dark brown eyes who spent her days with her nose shoved in a book. For a moment, I thought I was alone. That was until I met Graham.
