CHAPTER 1

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The house looked from outside the same as all the other houses: white with a stoop in front, wooden windows and a front garden. The thing that was different of this house was that it had a swing that was hang from a willow tree in the back of the house, near the woods. We went inside and I ran up the stairs looking for my room when I found it. I saw myself getting used to the surroundings:wooden closet doors, my own bathroom and a big window that I could see the swing from. The kitchen was small but just enough space for me and mom. We started packing getting lost in the usual routine. Then someone knocked on the door, I opened wondering who in this town will want to see the new intruders when a gorgeous man took my teenager breath away. This was fifty shades of grey all over again .the way his blue eyes locked with my eyes and his dark hare fell just right .I felt like I was in this romance movie when my mother appeared and great him "evening Mr. Mayor would you liked to come in ,we were just busy packing out." What a fffffffff#*

This god made man was the mayor of this town, who is by the way the same guy who owns this town and the same guy who makes the perfect couple .just kill me now

His eyes strode slowly from me to my mother and he gave a Colgate smile, thanking my mother for her hostility but refusing her invite because he was in a hurry. He only wanted to introduce himself, his name was Nickelose Pandora and then he went. My whole face went mute when I thought everything threw.

My mother on the other hand was complimenting his looks and his friendly, kind way of introducing himself but I found it odd that a man so young can run a town. When we took a break it was dark and I sat silently on the swing with my laptop on my lap logging into my blog.

Finally at our destination...

Tomorrow is the start of a new day and I will be walking into my new school .hopping for the best...

I heard something and stopped typing, in the dark I could just make out the tree trunks of the forest but something was moving crunching the leaves under its feet .I isjust paranoid I keep telling myself and started typing again. I ended my long passage with keep calm and don't feel like a stranger.

Before I opened the glass back door that lead to the kitchen, I turned and looked at the dark forest behind the swing but nothing was revealed just wind blowing my strawberry blond hair.

My alarm went off and I stood in front of my mirror looking at what I am wearing: a red hoody with a white shirt and dark blue denim that was torn on the knees and don't forget the red pumps that went stunning with my hoody. Going down stairs I saw mum getting ready to go to work .she is Forensic pathology and they send her to places that need a person like her. She will be the one and only one here because the past person who worked here went missing.

She dropped me of at the Victoria Wood high school and went to work. Everybody starred and some even whispered something about me while looking directly at me, it was awkward but i ignore the eager to slap someone and went inside the school building when a girl in the hall grabbed my arm and gave me an Oscar winning smile. With a shock i looked at her seeing the dark brown hair, it was chines bop but damn didn't it look drop down good on her, thin body with a sense of fashion. "Hi I am Lea and I would like to help you"

I shot out my hand and greeted her: "I am Glamoria and would like the help" she led me to the office. Waiting outside for me I went in and got my schedule for the day .All my subjects that I loved to death: garden studies, art and dancing, weird right but i needed a change of air and these three gave me plenty. Lea went with me to my first class, English, it was pretty normal until a guy came floating into the class .White hair and honey brown eyes, he kissed Lea on the cheek before taking his seat. I couldn't stop staring at him, there was something weird about him, I couldn't put my finger on it but I was curious to find out what it was.

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