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Chapter One: New ends and New Begginings

Kim walked down mainstreet frowning and running her fingers on the brick walls as she passed. Her best friend was dead.

Well, yeah. She had been for about 2 months now. It was nothing new. Atleast that's what people told her. Even though Alice still waiting for Nataly's daily phone calls or for the postit notes to brighten her drab grey locker at school. Those silly little sayings on bright neon postits always made Kim smile, even when she didn't want to smile. It was nothing new. Your best friends dead. Suck it up. Easier said then done.

Nataly said Kim was beautiful. That one day a guy would see that and fall madly in love and they'd have beautiful babies and run away to Paris. If only Kim believed her. Oh, she did at times. After the first few weeks of the small happy sayings popping up on her locker at school, she started to believe that someone loved her for who she was. Even after...just after. Now that the only person who had made Kim genuinly happy was dead, along with the hope she had for the future. Kim guessed that the only reason she herself was still alive the fact that she couldnt bring herself to end her life.

Not when Nataly had had such great hopes for her future. Not her own future, but Kim's. "You will be an amazing singing superstar with a hot bodied man right next to you while you live your amazingly ful life. You will live to be exactly ninety-seven and no older. And! Maybe even one day you will meet an alien!". Nataly had a thing for the paranormal. Kim laughed as she relived that small thought, then realized that she had stopped walking and was now leaning against the wall of the town book store, crying silently as she reministed. She quickly wiped her tears on her sleeve, hoping no one saw. She looked around and, thankfully, nobody was to be seen. Except...her expression grew confused as she heard the faint strumming of an acoustic guitar in the distance. She crossed the street quickly and passed the old diner, where she and Nataly had spent countless nights gossiping and writting and scoping out the hottest guys in thier classes, and walked hurriedly up the old dirt road that led to the cow fields.

As she walked the notes became clearer and she was battered by the meloncholy sound of sad and tortured strumming, sounding like an old heartbroken tune. Her pace grew faster as she searched for where the sound that reflected her sorrow's perfectly was coming from. As she was just beginning to think she had passed it or that it was just in her head and she really was going crazy when she saw what was making the beautifully sad music.

Her gaze fell upon a figure in the distance, strumming on a guitar lightly, (or she...Kim couldnt tell) smiling at the cows while he watched then trim the grass, sitting on the rock that overlooked the field below. Kim watched as the figure stummed away, somehow not spooking the timmid cows. She had never heard anyone in town play a guitar before except her father, who was now long gone.

Kim jumped the fence and walked along it towards the figure as he (she had now detirmined that it was, in fact, a male specimin) played his tune. As she got closer she saw saw a head of medium-length tawny coloured hair, pale white skin, and a smile that seemed like it could light up the grey coloured sky. The Curious Gypsy, what Kim had decided to name the guy, looked to be about 17, her own age, and was wearing black jeans, ripped at the knees! Something you will never see in this quiet town. And a dark brown leather jacket, and he also wore a grey and black striped scarf and brown sandals. Sandals! In this dreary weather! We were in the middle of Virginia, Kim thought. Nowhere near a beach, let alone a river. He looked harmless enough, sitting on the rock quietly serenading the cows, but she knew that looks could be decieving.

She walked a little farther down the fence line, then stopped and hopped to sit atop the damp wood right next to the rock. The Curious Gypsy was smiling softly as he watched over the field and played his guitar in the same sad, meloncholy tone she had heard before. It pleased her to hear something reflect her gloomy mood. She tried humming along and watched the new face. His eyes were slightly shut and he seemed...intranced by his own music.