Hi, my name is Corrine, most of my friends here in England call me Cory for short. Ever since I could remember, I loved to write; short stories, poems, and lately, I started writing my own music. I write the lyrics, the guitar chords, the piano sheet music, the drum tracks, you know, the whole sha-bang. I even play and record them all. But no one has seen or heard them, they are kind of my hidden secret, and maybe if you're lucky, I will show it to you sometime.

I live in a 2 story house with my mom, stepdad, my older stepbrother, and two younger half sisters. My mom married Andy when I was 7. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, seeing as how I also hoped my birth dad would come back, and complete my family again. I'm not sure what happened to him, because my mom will never talk about him. I have gotten used to this by now. And I will admit, my mom marrying a world famous surgeon was pretty neat. Callum, Andy's son from a previous marriage, has really protected me and has taught me a lot.

A year later, Andy and my mom had to twin girls, Caty and Callie, who are complete pests who want to copy everything I do. They always follow me around and when I try to get them to leave me alone, they cry to our parents, and I get in trouble. How is that fair?

Well, anyways, fast forward to today. My family is in the process of moving to New York. Andy got a job offer at Bellevue Hospital in Manhattan. I am super sad to be moving away from England, but maybe a change of scenery will get rid of this bloody writers block.

Today is my last day in London, and I decided I would ride my motor scooter into town and see all the last pieces of architecture before leaving. I pulled my light brown hair into a low ponytail, my bangs and curls framing my face. I wasn't allowed to dye all my hair, so I only had my tips dipped into purple hair dye. I examined myself in the mirror. I was wearing purple skinny jeans, a black shirt that hung off my shoulders slightly, and black converse with purple laces. Purple is my favorite color, with black following in second. You see, I'm not your typical girly-girl. Fashion isn't one of my priorities; neither is "fitting in".

I grabbed my sack (which contained my writing journal and some pencils) and grabbed a bottle of water and apple before heading out. I put on my helmet and hopped on my black and purple scooter, and started off for town. I pulled in front of Starbucks, and walked inside.

"Cory!" I looked up, and saw my step brother, Callum, dressed in his black shirt and jeans and green apron. I walked over to him, and he handed me a venti java chip frappaccino. I cant explain how he always knew when I was coming, but he always had my favorite drink ready when I walked in. I thanked him and walked outside to sit and enjoy the frap. My view was amazing, and sure would be one to miss. Amongst all the peoples, cars, and buildings, one structure towered over everything; Big Ben. Just then, the bell rang, it was 10am. I was deep in thought, nothing in particular, just thinking.

"Did you know that the first chimes were heard on July 11th, 1859?" I practically jumped out of my seat. I caught my breath and looked to see who had talked to me. I looked to my right, and there he was. He looked about my age, 15, shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, dressed in blue trousers and an orange shirt with black writing, Camp something. He had a notebook open with a drawing, and had a black sack on his chair. I should say something soon before I look stupid. "Really?" I think I was better off not saying anything. I looked down, trying to gather my words. "My name is…" I looked up and he was gone. Where did he go? Oh well, It is my last day here and the last thing I need to worry about is some guy. Besides, I'm not really into blondes anyway. Most of them are airheads. Although this one..he was at least somewhat smart. I mean, come on, how many air heads know the exact date of when Big Ben first rang its bell?

No, there was something different about this guy. The way we locked eyes, was….was magical. It sounds completely crazy, because I only saw the guy for a few seconds, a minute tops. But something tells me I won't be able to forget this guy any time soon.