So, I decided to completely rewrite the first chapter, so here it is :D

Hope you like it so far and let me know if you want me to continue.

Chapter 1

One would think my parents enjoyed ruining my life. They were making me move for the third time in five years. Different state, different town, different school... different everything...

My life had been this way for as long as I could remember. We just moved and that was that. I got no say in it. No explanation. Just the same pointless response. This move is for the best.

But how was repeatedly uprooting my life for the best? I just didn't understand how my parents could do this to me.

After moving so many times in sixteen years you'd think I'd be used to people staring at me because I was the new kid in town. Or I'd be used to having no friends because I moved before I had time to make any. But who could ever get used to that?

Yet, this was my life. Do what I was told, do what I was told and just do what I was told. I was sixteen, a straight-A student, I was taking several AP classes, I'd had several part-time jobs, I'd passed my driving test first time and my parents still controlled my life. I'd proven how trustworthy and grownup I was and still nothing.

I wasn't conceited or vain but I knew I was pretty with my long auburn hair, my pale skin, and my bright blue eyes. I was petite at only five foot two and slender. I was outgoing, spontaneous, a little sarcastic and at times a bit insane. I sang in public and laughed when no one else did.

I didn't follow trends, I didn't want to impress anyone, I was just me. With my heavy black makeup, multiple coloured streaks in my hair and my pierced nose. Not quite goth, not exactly emo, I was just Hadley.

So, here I was again. Bedroom empty, car packed, sitting in my dad's old blue Chevy ready for another long journey.

However this time, my parents weren't coming with me. I was moving back to Chance Harbor, Washington, the town I had been born in. The town my parents had been avoiding for sixteen years. And now they were sending me back there to live with my older brother Ethan Conant and my nephew Adam.

But why did they suddenly want to send me to a town they had so determinedly kept me away from?

I knew my parents were keeping secrets from me. I'd known for several months now... I knew my family came from a long line of witches, the book I'd found told me so.

Then why had my parents never told me? I'd wanted to ask them more, to confront them, but a part of me was scared. They had successfully kept this secret for sixteen years. Why would they want me to know about it now?

This is the right thing for you. You need to figure out who you are and what you're part of. That was the last thing they had said to me before I'd drove away. I guessed it had something to do with our lineage. And that made me wonder, did my parent's know I'd found the book?

But if they did know, then why hadn't they said anything? What was I part of anyway? Were there more people like me? Did Adam know? I had so many questions and no one to answer them.

I pulled up outside my brother's bar and sighed. The last time I'd been here was Christmas almost three years ago. It was a strange feeling being back, I almost felt like an intruder. I hadn't seen my family for three years and now I was expected to live with them.

I wasn't exactly close to Adam or Ethan, and not surprising, I'd only spent a few weeks each summer and Christmas with them. This was going to be weird.

After the long drive from Connecticut it was now dark out. I got out the car and saw Adam coming towards me. He looked older than the last time I'd seen him, his face more angular and masculine. He'd lost his boyish look and was starting to look like a man. And although we were related, I knew other girls would find him attractive with his dark brown hair and kind soulful eyes.

As he approached me he smiled. It was the same friendly smile I remembered.

I smiled back as I headed to the trunk and started to take my luggage out.

"Hey," he said as he reached me. I noticed his voice was deeper. He was also several inches taller than me. I was tiny but Adam had still grown a lot.

"Hey," I said back. I handed him the bag I was holding and he automatically took it.

I'd never thought of him as my nephew. I was only three days older than him. He seemed more like a cousin.

I was my parents' accidental baby and the much younger sister of Ethan. My mom and Adam's mom had been pregnant at the same time and we were born just days apart. Me and Adam had always found this weird.

I handed Adam another bag. "Where's Ethan?" I asked, taking the last two bags myself and closing the trunk with my hip.

Adam started back towards the Boathouse and I followed.

"He's inside, passing time the only way he knows how to," Adam said gruffly.

"He's still drinking?" I asked. Ethan had been an alcoholic for as long as I could remember.

"What else would he be doing?" he answered, pushing open the door and leading me inside.

I walked into the bar and smiled. Nothing had changed. It was just as homely and quaint as I remembered. And the smell of the harbour lingered in the air.

I followed Adam upstairs and into a medium sized bedroom. It was simple but nice, matching the rest of the Boathouse. Plain white walls and wooden floorboards covered by a soft looking rug. A large bed filled the centre of the room.

Adam placed my bags onto the bed and I did the same.

He walked past me and stood awkwardly in the doorway. "So, this is your room. Hope it's okay."

"It's really nice. Thank you," I said, sitting on the bed. I folded my arms across my chest, hugging myself.

He pointed to a door in the far corner of my room. I hadn't noticed it until now. "This is the bathroom. It leads into my room too. Sorry you have to share with me."

"Don't worry. I don't mind," I said, holding myself tighter. It was strange being here with Adam again, he almost felt like a stranger.

He looked down at the floor with his hands in his pockets. It was obvious he felt just as awkward as I did. "So, um, I'll let you get settled in then. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Adam. I will. Night," I smiled. He really was trying.

"Night," he replied before leaving the room.

By midnight, I had everything unpacked and the room started to feel more like mine.

I quickly showered and brushed my teeth. I towel dried my long hair and pulled on a comfy oversized t-shirt and clean underwear. I got under the covers and closed my eyes. Slowly, sleep began to take over me and I fell into unconsciousness.

Beep, beep, beep...

"Ugh!" I groaned still half asleep and I pulled my pillow over my head.

Beep, beep, beep...

It couldn't seriously be time to get up yet.

I sat up annoyed and whacked the alarm clock with my pillow. The sound instantly stopped. I glanced at the red flashing digits. It was 6:30am. I plopped back down onto the bed and pulled the duvet up over my head.

"First day of school, you can do this," I said aloud.

I knew it was stupid to feel anxious. I'd started a new school pretty much every year of my life. But somehow starting school in Chance Harbour seemed different... I wasn't a complete stranger here, people already knew who I was. I was Ethan's little sister and related to Adam. I knew people already had high expectations of me and this scared me a little.

None the less, I took a deep breath and got out of bed.

I had a quick shower, brushed my teeth, then headed back to my room to get dressed.

I knew it was my first day of a new school, but I wasn't there to impress anyone. My style consisted of dark colours, floral prints, chunky sweaters and lots of vintage jewellery. I loved searching through my mom's old stuff. I'd collected many unique pieces over the years.

I started with my hair and makeup, putting on my usual dark eyeliner, and mascara enhancing my big blue eyes. Then I finished with some pale pink lipstick and patted some concealer under my eyes. I lazily dried my auburn hair for a tousled messy look.

After several outfit changes, I decided on faded black skinny jeans with my worn out biker boots. I wore a black tank top with lace around the edges and a loose-fitting gray sweater. I finished with several silver rings, bangles and necklaces.

After looking at myself in the mirror several times and taking a deep nervous breath, I slung my leather messenger bag over my shoulder and left my room.

As I walked downstairs I still felt tired. I'd barely slept last night. Too much tossing and turning. I missed my bed. I missed my mom and dad. I was slightly nervous about school. Plus, living so close to the harbour didn't help much either. I wasn't used to the strange sounds.

I took another deep breath and continued downstairs.

As I entered the Boathouse Adam was setting up the tables ready for opening. He turned to face me as I stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Morning," he said with a friendly smile. He headed back over to the bar and began stacking clean glasses.

"Morning," I said back as I walked towards him.

"Come. Sit down. Eat," he said and gestured to the table nearest to him.

I shook my head. "Thanks. But I'm not hungry."

"Come on, Hadley, since when have you been shy. This is your home now. I was already making pancakes for myself, so I made a few more for you. It's not like I'm giving you special treatment or anything," he smirked.

I gave him a small smile. "I'm the guest. Technically you should be giving me special treatment. Plus, I'm the lady of the house," I laughed.

"That's true. You are the lady of the house. Maybe you should be doing the cooking and cleaning then," Adam said with a smirk.

I pretended to look offended. "Sexist much," I said sarcastically and I slapped his arm playfully. This felt good. It reminded me of the summers together when we were younger. "For that, you can make my breakfast and buy my lunch every day this week."

"Well, you're my aunt, shouldn't you be buying my lunch."

"Ha. Ha. Then shouldn't you respect your elders and do exactly what I say," I challenged and I raised my eyebrows at him.

He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, you win this round, but only 'cause it's your first day here and I'm being hospitable."

"Yeah, that's it, it has nothing to do with how pathetic your comebacks are," I grinned.

"Just you wait and see, Hadley Conant," he smirked.

"Oh, I'll be waiting, Adam Conant," I said and I stuck my tongue out at him.

Adam headed to the kitchen and came back out holding a plate stacked high with pancakes and a jug of orange juice.

He placed them in the middle of the table and sat on the chair opposite to me.

I laughed. "Seriously? How much did you think the two of us were going to eat?"

Adam laughed too then poured us both a glass of juice.

I picked up a pancake from the stack and took a bite. It was good.

"So, when did this darker look of yours start?" Adam asked. "The coloured hair and the makeup. So much black."

"I don't know really. Guess as I got older this just felt like me."

"I'm surprised Grandad let you get your nose pierced though."

"To be honest my parents didn't really have a say in it. I just came home with it done one day," I laughed.

"Hadley the rebel. Never would have guessed," he teased.

"There's a lot you don't know about me. The last three years have changed me." And by that I meant finding a book which told me I came from a long line of witches...

"Yeah, I know the feeling," he said gently.

There was suddenly a weird vibe in the room... like both of us were unsure whether to tell each other more...

I decided to change the subject. "So, what time does Ethan usually get up?" I asked between bites.

Adam took a deep breath. "Depends," he scoffed. "A part of me wants to believe my dad can beat his problem... but he just keeps getting worse and worse."

I nodded gently and decided to change the subject again. "So, are you and Diana still together? I think you guys had just started dating the last time I was here."

"Um, yeah. Three years now," he smiled.

"Cool," I said and took a sip of my orange juice.

"What about you? Any relationships I should know about?" he smirked.

I shook my head. "Nope. Relationships aren't exactly easy for me. I never stay in one place long enough to have one..." I trailed off, dropping my gaze from Adam's.

Up until four months ago this had been true. I'd never bothered to make friends and having a boyfriend never crossed my mind until I met Declan Eagan.

"So, that means yes then," he grinned.

I sighed. "Fine, there was one guy back in Connecticut. We weren't exactly dating but I liked him."

Adam was grinning at me like an idiot.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I'm stuck here until I graduate and that's two whole years away. Relationships just aren't for me."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you can't be attracted to someone. You used to like Jake and you only visited Chance Harbour twice a year," Adam teased.

"Don't talk about it. The last time I saw him I was thirteen. Besides, from what I've heard, he doesn't seem like a good person. Didn't he leave town a couple of years ago anyway?"

"Yeah..."

Suddenly, the door opened and Adam's attention was on a pretty blonde girl. Like me she was small in height with blue eyes.

"Adam. Earth to Adam. Hello, Adam Conant."

He didn't answer me.

As the girl crossed the room his eyes never left her face.

"Adam!"

"Huh?" he stuttered, quickly turning back towards me.

"Who's she? You seem awfully interested in her. Is she the reason you made extra pancakes?" I joked.

"She's new in town... Cassie Blake..." he trailed off. He was staring at her again.

I hit his arm to get his attention. "Oh. My. God. Cassie Blake? As in the girl your dad has repeatedly said you're destined to be with?" I then noticed he was already looking at her again. "Adam!" I shouted annoyed. "You don't actually believe all that crap do you?"

He abruptly stood up from the table. "Just leave it, Hadley," he said rather harshly, before storming upstairs.

I sat there bewildered. What did I say? I was only joking. There was no need for him to get so defensive... Unless, he really did feel something for her...

I too stood up from the table and picked up my bag from the floor, putting it over my shoulder.

I decided to leave Adam and drive to school myself. Since it was my first day I needed to get there early anyway. I headed to the front door but as I reached it someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned to find the blonde girl Cassie.

"Um, hi... I'm Cassie Blake, I saw you with Adam... do you know where he went?" she asked quietly.

I smiled. "Hi. He went upstairs. Probably won't be long. Anyway, I have to get to school. First day and all."

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't even ask your name," she said embarrassed. Her cheeks turning pink.

I had to stop myself from laughing. She'd been so focused on finding Adam, it didn't matter that she didn't know me. "Don't worry about it. I'm Hadley Conant, Ethan's sister. I guess I'll see you at school," I said before walking away again.

"Oh yeah, Adam told me you were moving here. Nice to meet you," she shouted after me.

"Same to you," I yelled, not bothering to turn back around.

I got into my car and burst out laughing. Adam and Cassie were clearly obsessed with each other. Maybe my alcoholic brother wasn't as crazy as we'd all thought... Besides, the idea of soul mates wasn't anymore crazy than the idea of real life witches... That I knew was true. And when the time was right, I needed to talk to Adam about it...

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