Violet stomped around her empty room the only items taking up the room were the last couple of boxes, and the deflated air mattress she had slept on the previous night. She kicked a piece of paper that was laying on the floor to let out her anger. She didn't want to move, everything she had ever known was in Boston. She didn't understand why she had to sacrifice her life, and leave her childhood friends behind because her dad, who was supposed to be her hero, defied their family when he cheated on her mom with his student. Now her parents were trying to reinvent the family instead of face reality. Their big idea was move across country to the "city of angels". To make matters worse when her grandmother heard the news that they were moving to Los Angeles she took it upon herself to call her good friend Constance to help look for houses. To Violet's dismay the beautiful vintage house next door was on sell for a very low price. She begged her parents not to get it, but they of course didn't listen to her. She had little say in anything. They just kept asking her why she didn't want to live there, so she made up excuses she couldn't tell them the real reason. Tate. Constance's son, was only a year a head of violet in school she didn't know too much about the mysterious boy, but there was two things she knew for certain; one he didn't notice or care about her existence, and two she was completely head over heals in love with him.
