prologue;
Siobhan Fulker was human.
She was tall, a brunette. I often moaned at her for untidy hair that wouldn't stay straight. We got on like a house on fire -- we would argue and fight, but in the end we would stay friends (although we were more like sisters).
Siobhan Fulker was an amazing friend -- my best friend.
I was also human. My heart beat like anybody else's -- slow and steady. That wasn't how I liked it.
I liked to be different, but had no idea that my life would take this path. For the best or for the worst -- it was destiny. It was how my life was meant to be.
Hi, I'm Rachael Hewitt, and this is my story.
I was 13 years old. My boyfriend's name was Connor Godfrey. We'd been together for seven months -- that was a record as far as I was concerned.
He was amazing. The perfect boyfriend. Like we were destined for eachother. The one for me. . .or, so I thought.
He was a few inches shorter than me and with blond hair -- probably the sweetest guy in the world.
Some called me a player due to romances with other guys -- Tom Cole, for example.
I had a thing for gingers. I surrounded myself with a bunch of ginger friends -- Tom was one of them.
I likes him. He liked me. I had a boyfriend. It was the perfect crime. I couldn't bring myself to dump Connor, so we just had to stay secret.
So many secrets. So many lies. That's what my life consisted of. It sounds awful, I know, but that's who I was -- what I was.
About to become a whole lot worse.