New school, new people, new life. At least that's what it feels like. After your mother and father had a fight, you were forced to move somewhere new with your mum. You meet some good people, and some bad. One thing is for sure though: Everything's going to change. But for better, or for worse?

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.