What's a bad boy?

Prologue

"Violet, can you put down that book and help me with these boxes?" my mum shouts at me from the living room.

I snap my gaze up from the sentence I was in the middle of to spot my mother popping her head around the corner of the door frame to give me a narrowed stare. Her light blonde hair falls over her shoulder reaching just below her shoulder blades as she smirks at me. My parents and I have always had a very strange relationship. For whatever reason, I have always been the most mature person in the house. I'm always the one reminding them to pay the bills, while they're the ones who are always reminding me to take a break from my reading to eat three meals a day.

Reading has always been my coping mechanism whenever I'm feeling alone, which tends to happen a lot. You see, I live in the middle of the countryside, with no friends whatsoever. It's just always been my parents and me, and personally, I think that's all I need.

"Coming Mum!" I shout back.

Placing my book gently on the cardboard box I had been sitting on, I sprint into the living room to assist my helpless mother.

"Mum, I told you that you should have started packing earlier."

I begin to help her lift up the box she was just about to drop on her toes as she looks up at me with appreciation and humour.

"Um, excuse me but you were the one who was refusing to come out of your room a week ago since 'it was where you belong'" she responds making bunny ear gestures around my statement.

I grin at her lightly whilst we begin to retrieve the next box and place it near the front door. For the next few moments, an awkward silence hangs between us, both of our warm attitudes disappearing into thin air. It seems like an eternity until we have moved all of the boxes to the door where the moving men have just started to take them into an ominous looking black van.

My mum and I stand side by side on our warm, wooden porch, staring at the sunset ahead of us. It will probably be the last sunset I see from my home. Mum finally sighs in defeat and breaks the silence hanging between us.

"Honey, you know that we wish we could stay here, but with this big promotion, your father doesn't have to slave away in the fields and can work in the office managing the crops exportation instead," she says sadly, looking over at me, while my gaze remains firmly on the sun.

I understand that when we move, Dad won't be under so much physical strain every day, but how am I supposed to get used to going to school for the first time in 17 years? The only friend I have ever made in my life was a wild dog that used to come into our yard when I was little. But, that relationship didn't go very well seeing as within a second it had bitten me resulting in having to get a shot the next day. Yeah, let's just say that I'm not really a 'people' person. Or even a 'dog' person.

"Look, mum" I start, turning to face her, "I get the reason why we are moving, but what I'm still coming to grasps with is having to go to school."

As soon as I mention the word 'school' a cheeky smirk comes onto her face.

"Why? Aren't you looking forward to seeing a guy of your age for the first time ever?"

My eyes fly wide open as a dusting of crimson settles on my cheeks.

"What? No!" I shout at her in embarrassment.

I watch in annoyance as she turns back to face the sunset whilst laughing at my expression.

"Oh don't worry Violet, it won't be that bad! You might even manage to snag a boyfriend" she says mischievously nudging me and winking.

I sigh in humour, a defeated smile lifting the corners of my lips.

"Whatever you say mum" I murmur.

After glancing at me once more she slowly retreats from the gorgeous view into our house to finish packing, leaving me to dwell on my thoughts.

It hadn't really occurred to me until now that I would actually see a guy for the first time in my life. Everything I've learnt so far about the male gender is from the countless amounts of romance novels stocking my bookshelf. Maybe the boys at my school will be like the startlingly handsome and warm hearted princes that I have encountered in my books.

When my family and I have finally left the home I have loved for so long, all I can think about is whether or not I'll make any friends in this new town of ours.... and yes.

I am most definitely thinking about how one of these new 'friends' of mine may be a boy.

Hi all! This is my new story that I have just started working on. I think I want to give fantasy stories a break for now and start a romance novel. I am actually really excited about this one so please read it and vote/comment. I know that the prologue was short but hopefully it will give you a bit of insight into what is to come...

Oh and to anyone who has read my other book that I am currently working on (The Hidden Princess) then no I am not putting my other book on hold yet, I'm just putting this up so that you guys can get a taste of what I'm planning for this story. I'm really excited about it so I may or may not write the first chapter of this before I write the next one of my other story. Sorrrrrryyyyy

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