Just to start out, Clare's parents die in a horrible car crash, and she is shipped off to a private school in England, by her grandfather who didn't approve of her mother choice of husband.

"Oh my god! How did this happen? They were just here; a week ago they walked out the door for church, and now their gone forever". I sit on the plane and ponder to myself. "Now, I'm stuck going to this crappy boarding school, where there is nothing but snotty nose rich kids, and probably the same with the teachers, they probably went to this school and graduated top of their class and now they are stuck there teaching". I just stare out the window holding back tears of anger and sadness, trying to figure out what to expect from this new life of mine since all of this happened. How my grandfather whom I've never met can just ship me off like an orphan kid to some place instead of at least trying to get to know me.

"I wish Darcy was here!" I say silently to myself. I haven't spoken to her in over two years since Darcy left at sixteen to go to Africa to save poor innocent little kids. "She doesn't even know about mom and dad". I think about her life and how it's fucking stupid all of it. My parents, sister, grandfather, and lets not forget my tragic life. I wonder how everything can go from good to bad in a couple of years. My parents fought all the time, soon to be divorced. Well at least they didn't die in sin. I chuckled at the thought.

The seven hours from Toronto to London, seem like minutes for me. When I finally stepped off the plane, it was kind of magical, everything seemed so bright and colorful, but in a way that made you wish that this was a fairytale. Queen Ethelburga's boarding school was only a couple of hours away. I would have to arrive in time to meet the headmaster, and get settled in before it was too late. I left Toronto around 3:00 a.m. so I should make it to the school by 5:00p.m. Since they are five hours ahead of us. I find my bags on a big conveyor belt, and heads toward a group of people with signs until she finally sees one with my name. CLARE E. is all it said. I walked up to the man holding the sign, he seemed about thirty or so, I introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Clare." I say holding out my hand, He takes it gently and shakes it.

"I'm James; I'm very excited to meet you Miss Clare!" He grabs my bags very swiftly, assuming so I couldn't protest, and heads towards a row of double doors, heading out to a large parking lot. He walks up to a long black limo and opens the door.

"I guess my grandfather didn't spare any expenses getting me to school." I said as I approach the limo behind him, I get in and he shuts the door, and now we are off.

Off to a new world, a new beginning, a new life alone.

We finally arrive, Three hours later and it 8:00p.m. I was supposed to be here no later than 7:00p.m. Otherwise no dinner and straight to my new room. Lights out I guess! Not really sure why you can't do what you want in your own room? I walk up to the door when it suddenly opens and a lady stands in the doorway staring at me, with a stern look on her face. "Ms. Edwards I presume". She says coldly, "I believe I told your grandfather not later than seven, but since you arrived late there will be no tour tonight, I will show you to your room and its time to bed, I will give you a welcoming tour in the morning, come this way Ms. Edwards."

I didn't really say anything I just followed her up a rounding set of stairs to third floor, room 312. It had big gold plated numbers on the door. She opened the door and switches a light on. It only had one bed, and dresser, desk, and a nightstand, Very basic but elegant looking. She explained some rules that just floated through my ear and out the other; I just hear a mumble sound coming from her. There were bags in the corner, kind of looked like covers and sheets and maybe even a window vale. She handed me a big book of rules and guidelines and a note from my grandfather, and then she was gone.

I sit on the bed, it not that bad really quite comfy. I proceed to open the letter from my grandfather. It reads.

Dear Clare.

I know you must hate me for sending you to England, but it is the best I can give you at this time. I cannot have you here with me as a constant reminder of your mother. I know she didn't speak of me much, because of our fallout when you mother married your father. I regret the time I have missed with you and your sister, and the words I spoke to your mother the night she left and now I will never have the chance to be forgiven. I was wrong and selfish for my ways but, I hope one day I may be able to forgive myself and hope that you may forgive as well for never being there for you. I am very happy that I finally got to see you in person, very upset that it had to be at your parent's funeral. I wish we could have met under different circumstances. I just want you to know that though I can't be there for you in person. You will never have a want or need that I cannot and will not fulfill to the best of my abilities. If you need anything please just call my associate, James.

I love you Clare.

Sincerely,

Grandfather, Ray.

There was a number at the bottom of the page. I placed the letter beside me on the bed and just curled into myself on the bed and just try to sleep, for one night since the accident, to let the numbness take over my body and eyes and just sleep. I sleep at last.

A/N

I just want to inform people that this is my first story that is based off characters from another source.

And is my first post on fan fiction, but please read and follow and more will come, def. not a one shot and will progress daily hopefully!