I gazed outside the window whilst we passed several places my friends and I hung out. Well, used to. Tears stung my eyes; I hate goodbyes. Ever since I was a child, my mother and I moved from one country to another. Name a state or country and I'd describe it as vivid as possible. And no matter how many friends I gained, I always end up loosing them. No matter how many goodbyes I've bid, it still hurts to know that it might be the last them I ever get to see my friends, again.

I don't blame mum, no not at all. If I were her, I'd be traveling across the universe to escape my painful past. You see, her love life never ended with them living happily ever after, no its quit the opposite. During her university years mum fell in love with a colleague. She said his name was rather long and that he preferred she calls him Duke.. I remember her explaining his appearance with a sad smile attached to her face.

"Blue eyes, more like arctic blue. His hair was always confusing. There's times I thought it to be blond and times its the lightest shade of brown. He was perfect.. His body was toned and a bit tanned, he was every girls dream.."

Her smile turned upside down and her eyes snapped back to reality, before speaking softly again. She explained how he turned into a heartless man after their marriage and the secrets he unleashed - she never told me what they were, sadly. And that he was my father. But, I never knew his true name or seen a picture of him. Sure, she told me what he used to look like way back then but we all now what aging does to a person. He could be somewhere, any where really with a huge belly and a bald head drinking beer and watching Tv. Or maybe, he's a business man and happily married with children he loves.. He could be alive or dead. Although, I craved to know him, I just don't want too. From mums words, he's probably in jail.

I'm better off not knowing.

I sighed at the green landscape. A couple of hours ago it was a shinny and bright and the window overlooked the endless shimmering surface of the sea, but now its nothing but grass and trees. I hated it. I turned my head to the side and studied my mother's face. She was always so beautiful, a smile from her and my life is complete. What did he do to her? That had her run away and travel the world?

Her smiled widened before fleeting a glance my way. "What?"

I shrugged, muttering. "Just thinking.."

"You're going to be alright. I know you will." Her hands holding the wheel as she tried to assure me about our new home and how I will socialize. "Besides, you're going to see Stiles again!" Mum swatted her hand as if swatting away a fly.

I grinned at her. Stiles is my cousin and my mum's nephew. We used to visit them whenever we can and let me tell you, wherever we are trouble follows. I missed him, so much. It had been four years since I lost saw him. I wonder what he's like.. If he's the same goofy Stiles back then or did he finally hit it off with Lydia?

"Yeah, he will." I agreed.

"Who knows? You guys might take trouble to a whole new level." Mum exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at that. Sure we got into a bunch of trouble here and there, but it wasn't that bad.. Okay, maybe dying a teachers hair blue and then throwing a bucket of slime onto our principals head wasn't the cleverest idea. However, it still was fun.

"How long till we get there?" I asked, bored and tired.

"Another ten minutes or so.." Mum replied, checking the clock.

"Wake me up when we get there?"

"Sweet dreams, you lucky imbecile." She mumbled.

I laughed with my eyes shut as I slowly started to drift away into an endless abyss of darkness, that sooths the brain and body whilst taking you to another world made by your own creations.

"Clara! Get up! We're here!" I heard a distant voice call and why was my body being shaken by so much force? Its not an earthquake.. is it? Why does my neck hurt so much?

I groaned in annoyance and my eyes fluttered open. A blinding light shone into my eyes, I blinked furiously before my vision adjusted. The sun was shinning warmly above, so I'm guessing it too us a day to arrive at Beacon Hills.

"Finally! Now get your sleep ass up and greet your uncle." Huffed mother.

"We're here?" I asked groggily.

She nodded her head and that was all I needed to jump out of the car and race into Stiles' house. I beamed brightly as I hugged my eyes darted across the room. "Where's Stiles?"

"At Scott's house." He smiled at me.

My lips formed into an 'O' shape. Scott! Oh my god, how could I have forgotten him?! For goddess sake, we were the three musketeers!

"He still lives where he does, right?" I asked, breathless.

The sheriff nodded. Excitement croused through my veins and I knew from the looks my uncle was giving me, I knew it showed on every inch of my face.

"Darling, come and help with the luggage's." Called my mum from outside.

"Comin'!" I raced outside and helped her carry in our luggage's. Once I reached her I asked, hurriedly. "Hey, can I go to Scott's when were done, please?" I pouted.

An eyebrow quirked upwards, "If you manage to get them all upstairs before eight then yes." She sighed. I nodded my head frantically whilst thanking her over and over again. I grabbed all my suitcases in a hurry and ran up the stairs, I dropped them on my bed. I jogged downstairs again. I waved my mum goodbye as I walked down the path to Scott's.

I could almost picture their faces and boy, that made me smirk.