• Chapter One •

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Sandra POV

"Sandra you know you don't have to leave right? We could just find you an apartment here in Washington!" My mom argues as I pack up the rest of my carry on. I turn to her and smile.

"Mom, I'll be okay. I got a flat in a safe area, I will be fine" Her eyes began to tear up as I gave her a reassuring hug. "I love you Mom"

"I love you too Honey."

* A 12 Hour Flight Later*

I trudged my way up the stairs to my brand new flat. My eyes barely staying open. I reached the door pulled out my keys like a normal person and opened the door. I looked at the....furnished flat? I didn't know it was pre furnished, guess I wont be going to like an IKEA anytime soon. I throw my bag on the couch and walk to the farthest bedroom, grabbing my blanket before hand. I open the door not bothering to turn on the lights and collapse on the dark sheets.

Home sweet home....

*To the Morning*

"Phil! No what are you DOING??" I hear someone yell. My head shoots up. Are there people in my house?!?!?! I slowly get up, grabbing the closest thing to me, slowly opening the door. I look down the hall, and into the lounge. Nothing. The kitchen! I conclude.

I bring the plastic golf club up to my head and open the kitchen door slowly. "Ahhhh!" I scream, hitting a tall figure with the plastic stick.

"Ahh what the hell? Who the hell are you?" The figures hands grab my wrist and I slam my eyes shut

"Who the hell am I?? Who the hell are yo-" I open my eyes to see a tall man with a brown fringe and matching chocolate eyes.

"Dan?" The other figure questions, He had dark midnight colored hair and eyes the color of the sky. The fringe boy looks to his friend. "Who is she?"

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