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Chapter 1: Different

Authors note: Hey loves! So this is my first fanfic like ever! I know I won't be that good but please give me some cred lol. Hope you enjoy!

(Emma's POV) This is different. I've never stepped out of California, and just the thought of knowing that I would be leaving this beautiful state in just a couple of hours didn't feel right. I was going to miss this place. My neighbors that I chatted with when I was lonely or needed to borrow sugar from. The children that were here, playing in the park when I got home from school. The warm and pleasing weather of California. One thing's for sure, I will always be a Cali girl. Even though I was moving to England and I didn't even know where.

"Mom, where are we even moving?" I questioned only finding out about this a couple days ago. We were in a yellow taxi heading to the airport. But the driver didn't look too happy.

"A small Town in England called Homes Chapel" Dad answered for her.

"Remind me again why were moving?" I sighed, frustrated.

"You keep asking the same thing. You know your Dad got a job offer, why are you being so selfish?" Mom exclaimed.

"Yeah Emma." My younger sister, Madison grins.

I plug in my earphones. Why am I being selfish? I've never really had a lot of friends here. No one to talk to. Never had a boyfriend. Maybe this could be a good change. ___________________________

We've officially made it to Holmes Chapel. I don't see what all the fuss was about. It's windy, very cloudy and just so not California.

"Taxi!" Dad yelled looking for transportation. After about 10 minutes we finally got one. A short middle aged man walkedvout of the drivers seat. Taking our luggage and putting it into the trunk.

"Where can I take you?" His voice was a bit higher than expected. He shut the trunk giving me a small wink. This kinda stuff never happened to me in California. I was a bit taken back and didn't know how to feel about it. Does this happen to every girl? I didn't peculiarly like it. Maybe from a significant other. But I don't even know this man. This place isn't even safe.

"King William St." Dad interrupted my thoughts.

"Anything for a lovely family like this." His accent thick. Just nice or harassment? If in California, a guy says that he's either trying to get some extra tip or rape you. But I just smiled back politely.

The taxi came to a slow stop. I took a deep breath and slowly stepped out of the taxi. This was going to be an amazing opportunity to start with. A new beginning.

Our house was huge. Nothing like the presumpted one, but I gotta admit, it was beautiful. There were two big white garages and the rest of the house was made up of bricks and nice big windows. Hope that my room had one of them.

The taxi driver was busy talking to my parents about the neighbourhood. I Wasn't really paying attention but he probably said it was friendly or something. The same thing anyone would say. Who knows?

Finally taking my earphones out, I tried to take it all in. Breathtaking. Seriously not what I imagined.

Still trying to take all of it in, I slowly walked into the kitchen. It was massive. Don't even get me started on the living room. Cream coloured walls, and a nice warm fireplace. Not to mention the beautiful crystal chandelier. It was just so perfect.

I ran upstairs to find the room with the windows that caught my attention earlier. White and grey walls with a queen sized bed. Brown curtains for the windows, nice big white carpet on the floor and a smaller and much simpler chandelier hanging above it.

I slowly walk up to the white desk somewhere near the window. Setting my suitcase down, I placed a couple of books on it, smiling at them. Something outside the window suddenly caught my eye.

It Looked like a guy with a head of brown curly locks and some blonde were having a make out session. They were leaning up against a black Audi. If they kept that up, one thing was for sure. I would not be able to concentrate as long as they were here. I don't hate people, it's just that i've never really talked to people like them. So carefree and outgoing. I've never been that person and don't ever want to be. It's not like I even care that I've missed almost every party in my high school life so far. Not to mention, boys I liked, dated girls who'd bully me.

Nothing ever goes my way. Wow, I was starting to sound like my sister...

"Call dibs on this room." Madison yelled, crossing her arms while standing at the door. I actually took a look at what she was wearing and just shook my head. A skanky top and short shorts.

"No, I'm already here"

"Just go somewhere else. I'm younger. I get first choice." What?

"Uh no, I think it's supposed to be the exact opposite." I told her.

"MOM!" she screamed in front of my face. What a bitch.

Unexpectedly Dad comes at the door. "Daddy, Emma's taking my room and I called it first!"

"But Dad I was here first." I said truthfully. He slowly faced Madison.

"Maddy is this true?" She just stayed silent. "Well since she was here first, it's hers." I smiled at my Pops. He was a big strong man. Most people were afraid of him. But he had a great and big heart for the ones he loved.

"Thanks Dad." I smiled.

"But Daddy!" Maddison threw a fit like she was 5 instead of acting her real age, which was 15.

"Now now pumpkin, don't worry. I found a nice room for you too."Dad reassured her as they both walked out of the room.

I look back through the window to see those rebelious teenagers again. Eating each others faces off. But you know what the funny thing was? As a kid, I always thought I'd be like them. Going to parties, with all my friends and having a sweet boyfriend to kiss and take care of me. But how things turn out to be, are very strange. Don't you think? I seriously need to stop this. Being someone I don't want to be.

Moving to Holmes Chapel is going to be a good change for me. And I'm willing to do anything to make that happen.