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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Text copyright © 2014 by Jamie-dawn Jordan.

Cover art copyright © by Jamie-dawn Jordan.

Spin off of Bambi.

This book is dedicated to the best person on wattpad, she had supported me since day one, Barbara.

Must read Bambi before reading this!

I'm Arabella Pierce and this is how I came to know the impulsive, ridiculously cranky Everett.

*Arabella P.O.V*

"Mom, really?" I cry out in annoyance. My mother just gives me one of her warm smiles.

"Sorry honey, I heard Florida's nice." She quickly comments, before dragging off another packed box to the truck.

Its not the moving part that bothers me, its where were moving to, that bothers me. Florida, nice, sunny and bright. While I'm use to the plain, dull scenery, and the bitter cold Alaskan air.

Yeah, mom wants to move us from Alaska to Florida. She's fudging crazy I tell you. She at least gave me a week heads up so that I can pack everything.

Mom finally finishes loading up the truck and gestures for me to hop in and get buckled up. I watch as she slides in through the driver door and starts the truck. Backing out of the drive way, I give one last glance to my home of only two years.

It doesn't really bother me that were leaving. I have nothing here. I had no friends, its not that I was a loser or something, because I wasn't. I just chose not to have any friends.

I never stay in one place longer than a year or two, so why bother make friends when your just gonna leave them. Every one to two years mom switches up where we live, ever since the accident she's become paranoid.

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Most of the ride there I just slept, my mom lived off coffee the whole way there. I would have driven halfway, but I'm only sixteen.

I wake up when I feel the car stop, and don't think for a minute that I woke up gracefully. Unless you call you face hitting the glass car window. Than, sure I woke up gracefully.

I follow moms actions as she jumps out and admires the house in front of us. Its medium size, smaller than the one we had back in Alaska, nothing special.

Its a nice looking house though, and we don't really need a huge house since its just me and my mom.

Mom chuckles at me when I wipe a bead of sweat off my face. I'm wearing jeans and an over sized sweat shirt. What? When I left it was cold.

" Welcome to you're new home." Mom announces with a wide smile.