I couldn't believe my parents were moving us again. I had actually made a friend in Pennsylvania. Now they were moving us to a small town in California. My parents were auditors for the FBI and one of their closest friends needed help in a sleepy town called Beacon Hills.

My adopted parents: Charlotte and Jack Bertillon had adopted me from Utah when I was three months old, so they were basically my real parents. They were the best but it always felt like something was missing. It always felt like there was a part of me missing. I knew exactly what the missing part was; the story of what happened to my parents.

I'm guessing it affects the lives of any adopted child. I guess if I knew what happened then I could move on with my life. It's not like I obsess about what they were doing at every minute of every day or even wanted to meet them. I just wanted to know about them but so far I had had no luck. The only thing I knew about them was their last names. They weren't married since their last names weren't the same.

Now I was being moved to a small beach town that didn't even have a beach. I wasn't very popular in Pennsylvania but the one friend I did have became really special. His name was Darren Wills and he was a senior. Although he was two years older, he hadn't had many friends either and was really sweet. I even asked around to his ex-girlfriends and even they said the break up was the best one they'd ever had. He was still friends with them afterwards. Now any future there could've been between us was flushed down the toilet.

My mom kept saying, "You never know if you'll meet him sometime in the future and get married." I found that really unlikely but I decided to stay optimistic. Anyways we were arriving in Beacon Hills today and I couldn't be wallowing in sadness. The first thing we were going to do was sign me up for high school and I definitely didn't want to seem like a love sick puppy.

I was a tenth grader. That meant not the newest kids and not the oldest kids so basically the ignored which was fine with me. We pulled into the school's parking lot and parked. My parents hopped out and held hands as they sashayed across the small lot. I sat and watched them disappear inside before I got out. I thought about running but that would just be embarrassing in the long run so I sucked it up and forced my feet to move.

The principal was a young man with dirty blonde hair and glasses. He was of moderate height and resembled a stout man running for office. He walked me through the halls as he explained the classes they offered then brought me back to his office to make a schedule. I took all the regular classes and for electives chose band since I had played cello since I was ten and I volunteered in the library since I loved reading.

"Well, we'll see you on Monday then! And if you need any help, just come down here and we will assist you as best as we can!" He smiled and I walked around the corner so I wouldn't throw up. I hated phonies.

After planning my high school experience, we went to our new house. It wasn't anything special, just a half acre property with a fixer upper of a house planted in the middle. The porch was uneven, the kitchen was all black and white and the basement smelled like mothballs. At least the rooms were a pretty good size.

The house had three bedrooms. They were all on the second floor and mine was between the guest room and my parent's room. My room was already painted a minty green and photos of quotes and Darren covered a wall. My queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room against the wall and my desk was strategically placed near the window because I loved people watching. I smiled at the new decals strewn above my laptop and almost cried when I looked closely at a picture of Darren. He said we would talk everyday but how long would that last? He hadn't called once since I left.

I unpacked my most important things like photo albums and journals. Then I pulled out my cello and began practicing one of my favorite pieces; Music of the Spheres by Langgaard. I smiled as I closed my eyes and just let the music whisk me away to a faraway land where Darren existed and we could live happily ever after. The fairytale didn't last long! My mom knocked at the door and said her and my father were going to introduce themselves to our new neighbors and asked if I wanted to join. I politely declined and returned to my music.

A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes and placed my cello gently on the floor. I tiptoed downstairs and looked through the little hole in the door to see who was bothering me. A boy about my age stood there looking confused. I opened the door slowly and peered around the corner. "Hey there! Your parents just came by and my parents said I should come introduce myself to you so I'm Scott and you must be Callie, right?" I just nodded not really sure how to respond.

"Cool, well I live two houses down to the right. I'm having my friends over tonight, if you want to swing by. They're really nice and I thought you would want some friends before school started." His eyes glowed with enthusiasm. He seemed genuinely friendly and I couldn't help but smile. "One of my friends Allison moved here a year ago so she definitely knows about the troubles of being the new girl!" He chuckled as he looked at his feet. I realized I hadn't said a word. I probably seemed like such a bitch.

"Uh, that sounds great! I have to ask my parents but I'm sure they'll be fine with it." He chuckled again and bit his lip. I smiled awkwardly and began whistling. It was always a nervous tick of mine. I always got in trouble for whistling during quizzes and tests.

"That's Beethoven right?" I looked up and nodded. "My dad used to play it on the piano." After that the conversation died and I was relieved when I saw my parents coming up the driveway. He noticed them too and began walking away. He turned back around once more and said, "See you tonight!" I wish he hadn't because my parents both stopped, watched him as he walked down the street then turned towards me with their eyebrows raised. I sighed and walked back inside without responding but I could hear them laughing as they entered the house.

I grabbed one box hoping to find the one with all of my clothes but it took me four tries before I finally found the right one. I pulled out every dressy thing I owned. I couldn't decide so I went to take a shower, hoping a little time would make the decision easier. I hadn't anticipated how long I would be in the shower and realized I didn't know what time to go over. I decided 8:00 would be safe but it was already 7:30. I grabbed dark pair of skinny jeans and a blue hoodie. I slipped on my blue high top converse and ran downstairs.

As soon as I got to the bottom I remembered my hair was still soaking wet. I ran back up and plugged in the hair dryer. I sprayed on my favorite green apple perfume and brushed my hair. It took me ten minutes to dry it completely and I pinned back my bangs before running down the stairs again. My parents questioned me about what we were going to do and I said watching a movie but I honestly didn't know. I thought if it ended horribly I could just run home.

They wished me luck and I walked to his house. I saw a few figures standing in groups talking through the windows. I walked up to the door and raised my hand to knock but hesitated. I blew out some steam and threw my fist against the door. Before I could knock again a cute boy with dimples opened the door with a smile on his face. "You must be Callie. Come in!" I scooted past him and immediately saw six faces looking back at me.

I didn't know what to do so I just stood there awkwardly. Luckily, Scott came over and began introducing me to everyone. "To be honest I didn't think you were coming!"

I blushed. "I didn't know what time to be over so I didn't want to show up randomly and be the only person here." I whispered shyly. He laughed and signaled for everyone to pay attention.

"Everyone this is Callie. She's my neighbor two houses down. Callie, this is Aiden and Ethan, Isaac, Lydia, my girlfriend Allison and Stiles was the one who opened the door." They all shouted hey and looked at me expectantly. "So, what movie are we watching tonight?" Scott said distracting everyone from my awkwardness.

"Can we please watch The Notebook" Lydia asked which earned groans from everyone else in the group.

"How about Psycho? It's a classic" Stiles made the suggestion and he seemed hopeful but still no one gave a definite response. "Well, how about we let Callie decide since she is the guest and all."

Everyone looked at me again. My heart beat quickened. I hated being the center of attention especially with people I didn't know. "I'm going to have to go with Psycho since I'm not really into the whole sappy romance thing." Lydia pouted but everyone else cheered. I smiled as I took a seat next to Allison hoping to remain invisible for the rest of the movie.