The Only One

Chapter 1

"This house smells like shit" Ana Miore sniffed, grimacing at the chemical smell of her new house. Her mom Georgie gave her a dissaproving look for the cuss word but kept silent.

Both mother and daughter had long black hair which was naturally wavy and large blue doe eyes. They were blessed with glowing sun-kissed skin and now were blessed with a new house. A funeral house. Georgie's estranged father passed away and shortly after, a lawyer came knocking on her door; shoving a document in her face stating that she was the new owner of Salmon Arm Johnson-Massey Funeral Home and Cemetary in the small town of Salmon Arm, British Columbia.

The old town started out like most Canadian towns: a mining town, when that died out the town attracted people for its natural beauty and outdoor activities. Salmon Arm had a crystal blue lake looking over the town and now it had two new residents from Toronto that weren't used to a quiet town...or the great outdoors.

Georgie had decided it was a good opportunity for Ana to experience a new environment, even if it meant that they would be staying at a house that smelt like formaldehyde and rotting bodies as the funeral home doubled as a regular house on the second floor.

They were currently eating crunchy french toast for breakfast and trying not to breathe in the house's powerful fumes. Ana was sure that she'd be smelling like a truckful of corpses when she went to her new school in twenty minutes. She decided to wear jeans with boots, a low-cut tank top and a leather jacket to keep her relatively warm from the crisp October air. The outfit was cute and stylish but didn't scream "planned out hours ago". Perfect. She did her usual heavy makeup and deemed herself ready for the day. Ana was undeniably beautiful, with a slim body she worked for in running and a photogenic symmetrical face that would make a supermodel jealous. She thought she was average though which kept her grounded and kept people liking her for more than her face. Now she didn't know what people would think of her as she wasn't in her city element and because she literally smelled like death and grief.

"I'll drive you to school today, honey" Georgie said, crunching on toast. She brushed off crumbs that fell onto her white button-up shirt. Previously a manager at a upscale clothing boutique, she was now dressed in more demure black and white clothing. She was now focused on owning a funeral home; something that proved profitable even in a small town but full of paperwork and permits. She decided to keep the staff that was working there when her father owned the business as they actually knew what they were doing and it lifted a burden off her shoulders.

The two finished their breakfast and headed to Georgie's Audi. They sped off to Ana's new school where she would be continuing grade 11. Luckily, the school year was still new and she didn't miss much.

"Mom it still smells like shit in this car!" Ana whined, pinching her nose in disgust. Georgie rolled her eyes at her daughter and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I bet the smell will go away soon." She consoled. It was Ana's turn to eyeroll.

They turned into the school's small parking lot and Ana kissed her mom's cheek and left the car.

Ana found her classroom, it was English first. She silently crept into the room only to bump into the teacher.

"Ah sorry!" She apolagised. The teacher, a 50-something year old woman with spectacles and crowsfeet, smiled at her with lipstick-stained teeth. She looked so old she could have been one of the founders of the town.

"You're a fresh face! Ana Miore is it?" She asked, looking down at her binder of papers. Ana nodded looking around the classroom, it was smaller than the ones in Toronto but it still had all the motivational and literary posters that adorned most classrooms.

People here liked flannel Ana noticed. Literally more than half of the kids in the classroom were wearing some form of plaid clothing...it was almost a phenomen. Ana sighed, everyone had already formed their friend groups, it will hard for her to join one now since most of these kids have known eachother since preschool. She turned back to the teacher who had introduced herself as Mrs. Beans which Ana had tried hard not to giggle at. She noticed that Mrs. Beans had a scrunched up face and her eyes were watering a bit. Ana knew why the lady doing this. It was because Ana smelt like shit...

A.N. okay guyss this is my first chapter up! Hope u guys like it :)))) I want to do a "cast" for the characters but Idk how to do that....also Idk an actress to play Ana because I hate most actresses nowadays....whoops :P