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*chapter one*

I stared at the cars moving on opposite lanes, thinking about memories with my

parents. One of my favorites is when we walked around San Diego. It was a sunny day,

and about noon when we arrived at the beach. My dad, a tall fit man with black hair and

warm brown eyes, watched me as I helped unload the car. My mom went to go find a

place to set up our beach supplies, as her curly hair bounced with every step she took.

We settled down under a palm tree watching kids build sand castles, and sand spewing

up in the air as a bright ball flied up over a net.

I sighed, taking in my memories as I laid back against the car seat. I missed my parents,

I really did, but my aunt says it's better to move away so I won't receive stares and for

the incident. My plan was to finish high school in a town where no one would know me.

My aunt slammed on the brakes of the car, jolting me out of my daydreaming, and my

neck flung forward and almost instantly got jolted back.

"Hey! Aunt Lisa, give me a warning next time!"

"Sorry dearie, the car in front of me just stopped suddenly."

Aunt Lisa drove into my new neighborhood. She wasn't staying with me though, she

owned her own business in California that she had to take care of.

Kearton. A town not even listed on Maps. From what I know, there is nothing about it

that's different from any other town. It's just secluded and away from my old life. I

reminded myself that I bought this house with what my parents left me for my own

good.

Unlocking the door and heading inside i stared at the white walls and dark wood floors.

To my advantage I brought an overnight bag, as my other items were probably in boxes

crossing borders right now.

"Goodbye Exie!" my aunt yelled, and I watched as she drove out of the small

neighborhood.

I checked my phone for the time and 3:34 PM showed up on the top of the screen. The

moving truck wasn't even scheduled to come today, which meant sitting either on the

floor or going to a restaurant/café.

"Well I can probably walk around and get the know my neighborhood then..."

And that began my adventure.

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