I was laying on my bed, all my boxes and suitcases around me. I was too tired to carry them out today. I heard my door click open, my brother walked in. He laid a handfull of cash on my night stand. I stood up without saying anything. He stood up, put his hat back on and walked with me outside. I knew when I would come back my stuff would be gone only what I would take with me would be left which is almost nothing. My brother feels guilty for leaving me behind, he's starting college in another state and I am staying here in Pennsylvania. He took care of me when our parents died, I was lucky he was 18 so I could stay with him. It took some convincing on my part but he finally applied for college. I will get through sophomore year at a new school a few towns away. I will move in this very cheap building and a simple room. I was on my way to say goodbye to my best friend and my boyfriend. I'll only be two hours away but I can't deny the feeling that we will drift apart. Seeing my boyfriend was bittersweet. I knew that the next minutes in my life would be some of the hardest I'll ever have to get through. Having to say goodbye to my hometown, boyfriend, and my friends. Then questioning how I would pack up all my belongings and leave my brother left me heartbroken.

Ellie stared at me silently for a long time before bursting out of tears, nothing will be the same when I leave her house. I have been here for a while my boxes are probably long gone to my new place. I am brokenhearted over leaving James and we weren't even going steady. That was my fault still it hurts to leave all what is familiar and known behind. If all I can do is being his friend then I will be his best friend. I don't know how to turn off my feelings, I don't know how to unlove someone. Sill breaking up is good. I can be free without having something pulling me back in my new life.

I wrestle with the same things when I look at my best friend. I showed her the silver heart-shaped ring I got from James, I know girls will be in line now still I appreciate him giving my Valentines present to me and not to the first one passing by. Then the doorbell rung. We had to part ways.

In the morning I, Paige McCullers will be expected at Rosewood High.

My brother drove me to Rosewood. All my normal years seem to vanish, I will be on my own figuring out who's really worth my trust. Thinking back about the events of the last couple of months make me cry, I considered making me a new identity. I don't want to tell my new classmates that I was having sex for the first time when across town my parents were dying. I wasn't sure what to do, only I was horribly embarrassed by the way I showed up at the hospital. Since then I wanted a lot of physical space between James and I.

I tried to keep my face neutral while eating this hamburger with view on my new home. My stomach was turning. My brother kept silent, I only want him to know that I don't blame him not at all. He should start this semester at College and I'm very proud of him. I know he did everything he could to keep me home, where I knew everything. Rosewood was the closest cheapest thing we found to live on my own. I never said a bad word, not wanting to hurt him and maybe it was my life plan to come here maybe it's destiny who knows.

It was nice to have his help to get me settled in but it was okay. "Tom you can go. I'll be fine. I can do this." I assured him. We said our goodbyes between tears, as soon he closed the door I broke down. I'm not sure I can do this.

I woke up and felt sick to my stomach, even more so when I checked the time. I got changed and walked immediately to school, not sure how long it will take me. My room consists of a sofa, fridge desk, one huge mirror, thank god my own bathroom, a few closets and a single bed. Well its better then nothing. Cooking or chilling is downstairs in the main area. I try to hide myself in my oversized hoodie, you don't have to ask what kind of creepy people stay here. As I walked out the door I tripped over someone sleeping on the pavement. Great just great. I looked at the young guy with long hair, he didn't seem to move. Still cautious of my new environment I decided to head to my new school straight away.

I searched out a quiet place to spend the next thirty minutes with my headphone and some food my brother left behind. But then a guy stepped directly in my sight.

"You're new right? Hey! You're the new girl right? What's your name?" My heart beats so loudly that I think I have answered him. When he asks me again I realize I have not. "I'm Paige." I stammer. "Cool. I'm Sean Ackard. " I look away, I try not to be intrested in his presence. I can't deny that he's handsome though. "Do you need help finding your next class?" He asked me. "Do you need someone to guide you around? If you have time at lunch I would love to show you around and introduce you to some people." His smile is genuine or I think so. "I have to talk to a certain Coach then." He looked at me to explain some more, well more never came. I wasn't that interested.

I was more interested in the blonde who kept distracting the darker girl from paying attention. They caught my eye as soon I walked in English class, after introducing myself to my new English teacher Mr Fitz. I took a seat in the back of the class. My mind was full of my own thoughts no way I can take in all this new English information. I try to scan every classmates face. On the right of the room are four girls, one of them follows our teacher's every move. Two of them are taking notes, and the other one, again that blonde, seems to be annoyed by the fact the darker girl isn't paying attention to her. The thing that's been bugging me is not the blonde girl her constantly talking but her damn face. I feel it in my stomach I know her from somewhere. Where do I know her from? The thought of the golden blonde wouldn't leave me alone.

The thought that someone from my so called past would see me here in Rosewood did go through my mind only I didn't know it would happen. I worked on the way here on my new identity, more on the information about myself that I'm willing to tell.

I was walking over the parking lot, trying some new ways to go to my new home. There must be a shorter route than the one I walked this morning. Loud talking came from the other side of the lot. A few guys obviously trying to impress some girls. I didn't get a good look in class but I'm pretty sure it were the four girls that were seated the row in front of me. The darker girl was standing in my direction, talking animated with the blonde who may haunt my thoughts for a long time. I just have to remember where I know her from.

I started to smile. I looked around, no one was around me. I smiled some more. The darker girl was smiling at me, not looking away. She had the most beautiful smile ever. I was mesmerized. "Paige! You need a ride home?" Sean was standing next to just the perfect black car, I would rather get in than walk but who is this Sean guy really and why is he so nice? Also this kind of rich boy cars might no be appreciated in my new neighborhood. I politely declined and continued my walk home.

I was shaking my head trying to keep me awake on my way home. I feel exhausted. When I reached my building I hesitated on going inside. The guy I tripped over this morning, was still there. Shaking from the cold, wearing a ripped jeans and an old black sweater. He looked homeless also young. I was talking myself into being brave and fearless, I won't live here long if I'm scared. "Excuse me. Do you have somewhere to be?"

I let the guy inside, his growling stomach decided our destination. I gave him all the food and drinks I could miss. He was too hungry to use his mouth for talking that was clear. "Thank you that was delicious!" Delicious? Dry sandwiches? Wow he mustn't have eaten in days. Next up was his body scent, when that was gone I might not have to try so hard to be close to him. I saw a glimpse of him shirtless and just wrapped in a towel.

He is young, looks decent. Not your average homeless guy at all. "I'm Paige." I finally said. All my questions could come off offensive or fired back at me. I didn't feel like sharing emotional wise, my stuff fine. "I'm Caleb. I don't usually sleep here I do pick other streets sometimes and occasionally I have a bed." He tried to make it sound as a joke, my instinct knew better.