Amethyst

Chapter 1

This is my first story so honestly I have no idea what I'm doing or even if anyone will like it.  If you don't like it you can blame my best friend for talking me into this and I would recommend her books because they are what inspired me to write this in the first place.  I'm always happy to answer any comments or questions, good or bad so don't be afraid to tell me if there is something you think I could improve but other than that I hope you like it :)

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Zane’s POV

I’d never been the type of person to think back about things and wonder if I’d do it differently, if I did, what might be different.  I’d always lived in the moment; I guess that’s more to do with the way I was brought up than anything else. 

My dad had served in the military for nine years and in September 2003, just six months after the war started, he died in Iraq after an I.E.D. detonated underneath his troops SUV.  I was only young at the time so I only have a few memories of him but the thing I remember most about him was that he always had this happy attitude about life, always living each day as if it was his last. 

After he died my mum had always told me that if you spend your life worrying about the past, you won’t appreciate what you have now. 

And I guess she’s right, who really wants to spend their time worrying about what they could or should have done when it doesn’t matter anymore, living in the future and what could be great about it rather than the bad of the past. 

Although I think most of it was to do with the fact she didn’t want me to forget my dad and this was just her way of making sure I didn’t forget what was good about him rather than what I missed out on.  But now after so much has happened I can’t help but wonder if it was destiny that brought me here. 

Just under a year ago my mum got offered a new job in North Wales on a property development project just outside of Holyhead. Even though I was in my last year of college and I didn’t really like the idea of moving at such an important time, the offer was just too much for my mum to refuse.  So we moved from the big city of Manchester to Holyhead which is a small town in northern wales and is popular with tourists during the summer. 

I’d always been one of the most popular guys in college so I wasn’t worried about making friends, in fact my teachers sometimes said that if I spent half as much time on my work as I did socializing then I’d be a top student.  I had loads of friends and spent most of my time at parties, going out or having people over to mine.  My mum said that she felt like she had twelve kids instead of one because the house was never empty. 

To be honest I think she was glad I had so many friends; she worked long hours so it meant that I didn’t get to see her much and when she got home most of the time she was so tired that she just went straight to sleep.  I didn’t mind, it must have been really hard for her bringing me up all by herself. 

Even when my dad was alive, he was deployed most of the time and it could be months before we saw him again.  I just got used to being around my friends more than my family, it sounds sad but it wasn’t as bad as it sounds.  When it came to leaving it was hard though, it was like moving away from your family.  They threw me a party and all told me how much they’d miss me and how they’d send me messages on facebook everyday but it still hurt as we drove away.

Because of the timing, I started college a few weeks after the first term had started but even with this handicap on my first day of college I still made friends quickly, in fact by the end of the first lesson I’d already met Luke.