My life was perfect. Well, except for the fact that my parents split, and my dad moved to Great Britain leaving me and my mom here in Florida it was. I had everything. Looks, Grades, A perfect boyfriend, I was about to start at Harvard University, and most importantly an irreplaceable best friend. Her name was Lacy. With perfect brown hair, and ocean blue eyes. She was my other half. We were the same, yet different. I spent every minute of every day with her. We had huge plans for the future. We planed on living next door to each other. Until I lost her. I lost her in a car crash. That I was involved in. I was lucky or unlucky enough to survive. I spent a few nights in the hospital, but I recovered. I stopped talking. I decided to drop out of Harvard. My boyfriend, Jasper, tried to help, but I wouldn't let myself be helped. I just shut myself up. I locked my heart up. I decided to move to my dads for a while. Get away from my way to worried mother. That's how I ended up in this huge mansion in the middle of Holmes Chapel. Which my dad barely spends time in. He is mostly found in the little attached garage where he expresses himself. He's a painter. A very good one too. Everyone wants to work with him. His assistant, Evelyn, comes in and washes dishes and makes breakfast, stuff like that. I sleep a lot, and jog. Sometimes I ride my bike. I like it here cause my dad doesn't try to help me. He lets me help myself.
