Canada. Anywhere but Canada. The place where it's constantly cold, and rainy and gross. It's so different from Pennsylvania. Not to mention I own more shorts and tanks than I do long sleeved shit. "Erika! Come on there's still boxes!" My dad called. As if I wanted to move with my dad to Canada. My parents just had to get a divorce. They had to split up the kids. So now my twin brother Daniel was in the US and I was in Canada. I groaned getting up from my spot on the front porch of the new house. It wasn't as cold right now because summer was coming up, but how joyful would it be when winter came. I went and grabbed a box from the truck in the driveway and grabbed a couple boxes. "Hey, you need help?" I heard a voice come from behind me. I started fumbling with the boxes when I turned around. In front of me was an extremely attractive boy. Did I mention how beautiful Canadian boys are? I didn't? Oops.

serendipity: an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident; finding something good without looking for it.

“her hair was the color of autumn, her attitude as cold as winter. she made me smile like summer and gave me a start as fresh as spring” Creds to @lukeguitars