The trees flew by as the woman gazed upon her new home in the cold, dull woods. Her knuckles rested underneath her jaw, as her eyes lazily looked over her shoulder. Her whole family was packed into the small commodore. Apart from her older brother, Grant. He was on his motorbike on the highway, a couple of meters in front of the small car. Her parents, Willow and Troy, were laughing at the joke Samuel pulled on Ryan. The Flynns were a bubbly bunch. Four boys and one girl. Grant was the oldest and was in the military and trained as marine. He decided to see the new house his father got in Ocean Shores, along with his younger siblings. Ryan was the second oldest in the family. His idiot, bubbly personality adds to his character. His brown, short, soft hair was always styled to the left with his Chicago bulls cap on. Then there was Samuel. He was the third child, and the most often one to get odd complements. He didn't have the looks of a tan, strong teenager. He was extremely pale, dark ravishing black hair and the brightest blue eyes brought out his complexed features. Samuel was the odd one out for sure. Fortunately, he never complained. Lastly, there was Faith. The only girl in the Flynns. Faith was the youngest and the most peculiar. She rarely talked to others. Mute you could say. Faith could only talk to her family, no one else. Faith would be out casted at her schools because of it. Teachers couldn't ask her for an answer for a question because Faith couldn't give an answer. Ryan would poke at it, Samuel would sympathise it and Grant would comfort it. Willow and Troy would always talk to Faith. Faith always knew she had family, but she wasn't so certain when she moved to Ocean Shore. Time to make friends and new memories.