It's 4:00am. I know I should be trying to sleep, or, if I can't do that, at least get ready for the day. But instead I just sit there, staring at my wall. Maybe I should write in the journal Dad gave me? So much has happened in the last month, it all seems like a dream... Y/N just moved here a 14 days ago. She started school 2 days ago. She's made 1 enemy. She's met 2 boys. All of this sparks change for young Y/n. But 1 of these things will change her life forever.