Just to be clear. I wasn't one of those mates, who were abused, bullied, beaten by her pack. Because well... That's sad and way to common this day and age. No, so really I don't understand how this all came about. You know? One minute you're super excited about the Luna making your favorite apple pie, and you're sneaking a piece at night, next the future Alpha is behind you scaring the crap out of you, next thing you know you're on his bed, having the best night of your existence, then lastly. You wake up to his girl yelling at him, and he shouts. 'GIVE ME A MINUTE I HAVEN'T EXACTLY GOTTEN TO THE REJECTING PART!' Did I say lastly? Oh no. It didn't end there. Life just said, OH! You're enjoying your life. Well. *SLAP* Not fucking anymore. But you know what? Karma's a fucking bitch. ~ "While not everyone can see what I can. What I see, can see everyone." -Check out: To Whom it May Concern. A new story I've been working on for the longest time. Thanks!

I'm Caroline Evans, originally from London and I'm seventeen. My family transferred here to Sydney, not because of my dad's work or whatever common reason, we just wanted to. I mean, it was mostly my mom's idea since she likes starting new and, obviously, London is fairly different from Sydney. My dad just agreed with it and my brother, Liam, and I couldn't really do anything about it anymore. Going to school is a normal routine for me. I have a pretty normal life with an average family and I couldn't say I'm not happy with what I have because I am. I thought since that night my mom told me that we were transferring to Sydney, everything would just be like how it used to be in London, but I was wrong. I met this group of four boys who thought they are the kings of the school. All I want to do is to stay as far away from them as I could, but could I really manage to stay away from them, especially from Luke Hemmings, whom I believe is the worst thing for me? Well, things happen when you least expect it.

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

/ / Stock·holm syn·drome (noun) / / feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. *DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SUBJECTS SUCH AS SELF-HARM AND ABUSE*