A/N: Hi! As you can see, I'm back with a new story and character for a My Candy Love fanfiction. To those who've read my previous story and are reading this, welcome back. If you're new, welcome! I'll be updating every week, Saturday, Australia time.

As I faced a problem with my previous story being plagiarised, I'd like to tell you that this is my only account on this website. If I want to post my stories on multiple sites, I usually let that be known. However if this piece of work is being copied and used for another fanfic on any site (that is NOT me), please inform me. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Candy Love or any of the characters. I'm just a huge fan.

Enjoy :)

Prologue:
A lot of kids would be completely furious at their parents for moving them to a new school. Leaving their friends, their home and their comfort to a most likely permanent and different setting… They'd have to start all over again; re-establish boundaries, make new friends and attempt to… well, feel at home.

Lara Reed wasn't one of those kids. In fact, it was Lara who had suggested it to her parents to move from her old, simple and down-right boring town to somewhere new and exciting. Her parents, knowing their daughter had always been unsettled (especially when she stayed in one place for too long), reluctantly agreed after setting a few conditions;

1.) They'd have to approve of the place Lara picked and visit it and the school she would be attending

2.) Lara would have to keep her grades up for an entire year (doing this meant she actually had to ATTEND school)

3.) She'd have to give up her crazy late-night journalistic trips and try getting some darn sleep for once

4.) If she DID do well in her exams and ended up moving to another town, they'd have to keep in regular contact

5.) And, last but not least, whether she moved or not; "Lara, please, please, PLEASE, stay out of trouble!"

So for an entire year Lara did what she could to impress her parents. She stopped her snooping, put down her camera and studied hard. When she finished with the amazing test scores her parents approved of, she told them about Sweet Amoris and the three went to check it out.

All Lara's hard work paid off because here she was, right at the beginning of starting her final year of high school, giving her parents a final hug before being handed the keys to the apartment she was staying in at Sweet Amoris. A final word from her mother warned her to make sure she took her prescribed medicine for her attention deficit disorder, which Lara promised her she would. With a wave, her parents hopped into their car, started the engine and drove off. Her mother yelled a goodbye from the window and Lara watched them turn the corner, a smile on her face.

She walked up the stairs to her apartment, the fourth floor and the sixth door, where her father had helped his daughter drag up her luggage and her mother had recorded the whole thing on her video camera, laughing all the way. Lara walked in, smiling to herself as she closed the door behind her and looked around the one-bedroom apartment. The living room was unnecessarily large for a teenager who didn't exactly have friends over to occupy it and the kitchen and bathroom were a little too small for her liking. But the bedroom was perfect. The empty walls were aching to have journal and newspaper clippings to decorate them, the ceiling was asking politely to be adorned with posters of her favourite things and the balcony that was connected to her room…

Well, that balcony was begging her to walk out and stare out at the town in some cliché stupor.

But, an aspiring journalist, Lara didn't mind the clichés having used them so much in the articles she wrote and so eagerly opened the sliding door and stepped out, the warm air of February blowing her long ginger curls around her body. Her bright blue eyes scanned Sweet Amoris through her glasses. In the distance, she saw the high school. Her parents had approved right away; Sweet Amoris was a nice town where nothing bad usually happened and the high school was incredibly good academically and athletically. Also, her Aunty Agatha lived about forty five minutes away by bus, so her parents were able to breathe easy knowing their daughter would have someone close by. Well, closer than the three hour drive they were away from her.

Simple, was how her parents described the town. Nice and simple. Lara begged to differ. Nowhere was simple; not the city, not the country and not anywhere in between. Sure one could live a simple life, per say, but a simple town? No way. Every town had a story to tell, just like a person. Whether new or old, every place had a history or meaning behinds its establishment or an iconic figure who lived there. And Lara, who had purposely picked Sweet Amoris because something she couldn't quite place her finger on, called her to it. From the minute she discovered the town, she immediately felt a connection. She had told her parents that she wanted to go there because the high school was really good but personally, she picked it because she found it so darn interesting.

She knew that Sweet Amoris was more than meets the eye.

Lara grinned, her journalist juices kicking.

She couldn't wait to start school this week.