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Prolouge

What is love? That is a simple, yet complex question. Love can be many things. Love can be a mutual feeling or just a game. There is parental love, friendly love, and just love in general. Love. Four letters, easy to spell, but hard to accomplish. Love is like a bowl of mixed feelings that might mislead you. Love can be something serious for some people and a game for others. Now that we have a basic idea, let's ask ourselves another question. Have you ever been in love? This one might take a bit more thinking. Falling in love, a commonly used phrase. When you're in love, it's a whole new world, foreign and unexplored. Falling in love with your other half is not as easy as it seems. Movies actually lie about love being easy. Love is hard. It's like a flower, it needs love and care. Bethany and Harry's relationship is more than that though. It's a delicate flower that needs even more care and love to help it grow. Will the flower grow or will it die?

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I hug my friends one last time before I enter my mom's car. This is a fresh start, a new beginning. My mother and father got divorced three months ago. This small city in Italy reminded my mom so much of her bond with my father that she decided for us two to move to America. The idea didn't excite me at all, due to the fact that I have close friends and family here in Italy. My father is American actually, making my Italian accent not that thick. I'm thankful for that, since people like to insult some accents. I lean my head into the window, watching the neighborhood where I grew up less visible. I stare foreword, everything silent. The airport comes into view, the knot in my stomach growing as the car comes to a halt. We grab our luggage and go inside. I look back to see a chauffeur my mom hired get in the car and drive it to a car seller. We go through the safety system and wait for our flight.

"Everything will go fine I promise." My mother says, giving my small hand a gentle squeeze.

"I hope so." I say after taking a deep breath.

"Flight 302 for Atlanta, Georgia is leaving soon."

My heart starts pounding as we hand our tickets and get inside the plane. We take our seats, mine is right beside the window. My mother decided to leave right now, in the middle of the school year. I'll be the so-called 'new girl' naïve and dumb. I sigh and look out the window as the plane takes off, leaving behind all my memories, family, and friends.