Forever.

•Chapter 1•

*Emily's POV*

The first day back from Spring break I had to gather all my things and say goodbye to all my friends. It was ok, but the hardest person to say goodbye to was my best friend, Abby. She was there for me through my parents divorce and so much more. We walked back to my house together but she couldn't stay as long as I anticipated. She gave me the biggest hug I've ever received from her in all the years of our friendship. I returned it as best as I could. We both started to cry and promised each other to text every day if not call. Then we went out separate ways. I got home at 2:30 p.m. and finished my packing for Virginia. I took all the pictures of my friends and I off my walls. I cried as I looked back at old memories, good memories. My mom got home and I was already packed. Our flight was at 7:00 p.m and it is 5:30 p.m now. "You guys ready?" My mother shouted. I knew this was the last time I'd be in this room. I took one last look over the barren walls that once held photographs and posters then walked out. We packed everything into the car and pulled out of the driveway. I put on my headphones to drown out the world for as long as I could manage. We arrived at the airport and went through all the security checks. We boarded the plane and within 20 minutes we took off. The take off was the worst part. I fell asleep while watching the clouds pass by on the flight. Hours flew by while I was in my vulnerable, dreamy state. When we arrived in Virginia my older sister, Melissa, shook me to consciousness. We got off the plane and took a 20 minute drive to our new home. I unpacked my things into my new room that wasn't nearly as familiar as my old one. I've been here for 30 minutes and I'm already done with this place. I stormed downstairs and complained to my mother about everything that happened and how I couldn't stand the thought of living here. The fight that I had initially started became too suffocating. It came to a point where I couldn't take it so ran out the door. I started walking and eventually got lost. I kept walking frantically searching for something familiar but nothing rung a bell. I wasn't paying attention and the next thing I knew I was on the pavement sidewalk with a burning sensation occupying my mid calve. "OH MY GOD! I am so sorry!" An unfamiliar voice shouted. "It's ok..." I trailed off. I looked up and was surprised to find a boy that looked roughly my age helping me up. He looked familiar but I don't remember where I've seen him before. I stared at him for a few seconds, then he broke the silence. "I'm so sorry. I'm being rude, my name is Matthew. But you can call me Matt."