From Lonely to Loved

Prologue

Sarah

Looking at the truck, filling up with boxes of everything my family owns. The possessions of my mother, father, brother, and me were being loaded onto the truck along with a one-way ticket to Upper Hutt. I'll be changing schools, meeting new friends, and most of all, forming a new life. From what I've heard, Upper Hutt is a nice place. But however better Upper Hutt is supposed to be than Wairoa, but it won't compare to my home. Where my friends are. Where I grew up.

I hopped in the car with my brother to my left, my dad in front of me, driving, and mum in the passenger seat. We have a long drive ahead of us, around five hours. A non-stop journey to Upper Hutt. My new home. But it won't be home. Home is here. With all my friends and all my family.

We're moving mostly because there have been drug problems with teenagers lately and my parents are worried about me getting into that stuff. But I'm not that stupid. I know right from wrong and drugs are too far for me. They don't believe me, though. They worry that I'll go to a party and get pressured into doing something stupid. But that's not me. I think there's something they're not telling me. Something might have happened on the news that I missed and they aren't telling me what it was. All I know is that we're moving and the only reason they're telling me is because of the drug problem.

We drove for hours to get to our new house. And when we got there it seemed worth it. The house looked really pretty. There were lots of flowers, lining the path to the front door, there was a rose bush off to the side and there was a tall tree standing to the right of us. We walked up to the front door and turned the key.

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It was my first day at my new school. I was really nervous. New people to meet, new teachers, new classes, new everything. It's really overwhelming. The school seemed so big, I was worried I would get lost. 'Excuse me, where is the office?' I asked a student walking past.

'Just over there,' he pointed to a small building next to the halls. The boy seemed depressed... But he was really good looking. He had light brown hair and a wonderful looking face. He looked like he had a good build. When he glanced up at me I caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were blue. He was tall too. He hung his head low, though. How could someone like him hang his head like he was hiding himself?

'Thank you.' He smiled weakly and walked away. I went into the office and they gave me a timetable, pointed me in the direction of my first class, and told me to be quick otherwise I'd be late. I looked at my timetable, my first class was math. When I walked into my class, everybody looked at me. My teacher was the first person to say something.

'Ah, you must be Sarah Jenson, welcome to my class. My name is Mr. Mark. Take a seat over there and let's get started. I studied Mr. Mark as I took my seat. He had black hair and wore a suit. But instead of having a tie, he wore a bow tie that was covered in spots. It was kind of funny.

There were around twenty-four people in this class, and out of them, one boy caught my eye. It was the same boy that showed me to the office, right at the front of the class. The boy with the dirty blonde hair and amazing face was at the front of the class. But no one sat next to him. There was a layer of empty tables surrounding him. I thought maybe it's not a good idea to go sit next to him yet. I'm new to this school and I don't want him to think poorly of me. But he was amazing. His head was still low. I looked around and there was a group of kids in the back corner pointing at him and laughing. Why?

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