Moving into a new neighborhood isn't always easy... especially when you know no one. My parents decided to leave me with my aunt as they traveled the world together. My mom had told me it was her biggest dream and goal; however, when I was born, I ruined it. She is such a nice mother, right? Well, lucky for me, I had to move in with an aunt I never even knew I had. I guess one could call this a blessing in disguise, I mean; I might make new awesome friends, and maybe even find a new love? Hah, I know that would be unlikely... or would it? As I unpacked, I wondered what this new life would bring me. Maybe I should start by finding a job? It would have to fit in with my schedule, seeing as I had to start school at Sweet Amoris High tomorrow.

"Angelia, why don't you go to the grocery store and pick up some ingredients for dinner," Carol yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "we should celebrate the fact that we are living together!"

Since I was nearly done unpacking, I decided to stop for the day and go help Carol. I was going to be living with her for god knows how long, so I might as well be useful. I quickly got dressed in my favorite red jeans, white t-shirt, and black flats. Since I was just going to a grocery store, I decided that I did not need to apply any make; therefore, I just put my brown long hair into a bun, grabbed my bag, and started to descend the stairs. "What is it that you want from the grocery store Carol? Plus, where is the grocery store?"

Carol just stood by the stairs not saying a single word as she continued to stare at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Finally, she parted her lips and whispered so softly that I have to lean in to hear her say, "You know Angelia, I really wish you would call me Aunt Carol instead of Carol. It hurts my feelings..." Still staring at me with sad eyes, she handed me money, a grocery list, and a small map of the town.

"Carol... it is just so hard to call you Aunt Carol since you are not my real aunt. I mean, look at it this way... It seems friendlier to call someone by his or her first name, right?" I continued to hold Carols gaze as I had a flashback to what my mother had told me before I moved in with Carol.

"Angelia... come sit here. There is something I need to clarify. You already know that I am not your real mother, and that I keep saying that your birth ruined my life. My sister, Carol, gave birth to you, but was too young to raise you; therefore, your father and I adopted you. It has been 17 years since then, and Carol is no longer young, so I need you to go live with her so I can resume my plans. I do love you like a real daughter, but I want to live my life as well. I never asked to be a mother... I hope you can understand."

"I hope one day you come to see my as more than just Carol," Carol whispered on the verge of tears, "I really am sorry for everything that happened. I had no right to ruin my sister's life... and your life." Carol said nothing more as she walked back towards her room. Feeling guilty, I decided that it was best to forget everything that was going on at the moment. I left the house knowing that, when I did return, I would have to apologize to Carol.

Finding the grocery store was harder than I thought it would be... "I could have sworn that I pasted this street before..." Since I left the house, thirty minutes had passed and there was no sign of anything. The next person I met would have to stop and help me get back on track. No sooner said, I saw a guy sitting on a bench writing in a journal. He stuck out like a sore thumb. The way he was dressed had me wondering if I had accidentally gone back in time... He had some sort of Victorian apparel... something that I would only wear to a sophisticated party. I approached him carefully, so as to not break his concentration although I knew I would have to if I was going to ask for directions. I was standing right in front of him, when he noticed a shadow covering his book and decided to close it to look up at whatever was preventing him from writing. When I saw his eyes lock on mine, I could hardly even breathe. His eyes were both different colors! How is that even possible? The different colors of his eyes, his silver hair that becomes black towards the end, and his Victorian styled clothing... it was all too much to take in, so I just stared at him dumbstruck until he finally spoke.

"Is there something I can help you with?" There was no annoyance in his angelic voice, but his eyes seemed sad... as if he was worried for me... When he saw that I was not answering him, he put his journal down beside him and stood up to face me. He was taller than I thought!

"I'm really sorry... um... I just can't find my way... and... I was uh wondering if you could help me get back on track..." When he saw that I was finally able to regain some of my speech, his expression became more calm... more happy... more seductive. I didn't want to wait for a response, so I handed him the map of the town and my grocery list; all while staring at his shoes in order to avoid direct eye contact.

"Ah! You want directions to the grocery store!" His voice was so inviting and friendly; I couldn't help but look up. Once again his eyes caught hold of mine, and we both stood there for what seemed like hours. We might have stayed there forever too, had another voice not interrupted us.

"LysBaby where are you? Your brother, Leigh, is worr-" her words were cut short as she stumbled upon us. A girl with long silver hair (hair that is quite similar to his) appeared from right behind a tree. Her clothing looked extremely expensive and suuuuuper provocative; what surprised me the most, however, was what she next. "I'm sorry... was I interrupting?" As I saw her face turn a light red, I began to wonder what could have caused her to be embarrassed at a moment like that... that is when I noticed the close proximity between him and me. I quickly backed a few steps away from him as my face began to mimic the light red tone her face had made. I was getting reading to speak, when his hand came up to stop me. He glanced at me for one second before turning his back on me completely in order to face her. In that one second, I understood him as if I had known him my entire life. He wanted me not to say anything to her... but why? What did she mean to him? She did call him LysBaby... And the question that was on my mind the most: Why did I even care what she thought? I don't even know either of them, so why should I care!? Why did my heart sting and burn when I heard her call him LysBaby? I was starting to get confused and annoyed when his voice broke my deep thoughts.

"Rosalya! You know there was nothing going on here. She is new to the town, and is simply asking for directions. You don't have to go and make assumptions! What if she is hurt or frightened?" I was not able to see his face, but I was able to see Rosalya's face. See was smiling as if she was just caught trying to steal from a cookie jar.

"LysBaby... you know I only kid... Anyway, we really do need to get going. Leigh is waiting for us." Rosalya slid in between Lys and me to answer my cry for help. "So... you needed directions? If there is something that I can help with, please ask away!" After what seemed like an hour, I was able to understand the map and where I needed to head.

"Thank you very much... Rosalya, right?" I really didn't mind finding out what her name was, but I needed to find out his...

"Yes, I'm Rosalya. And this here is Lysander. We both go to Sweet Amoris High! I bet you'll be attending there, won't you? I'm sorry, I totally forgot to ask before, what is your name!?"
When Rosalya asked me for my name, Lysander looked up at me as if he was anticipating an answer. Hmmmmm...

"Ah... yeah. I totally forgot to properly introduce myself, sorry. I'm Angelia. And I will be attending Sweet Amoris High!" Was that just me, or did Lysander just smile?

"Well, Angelia, it was nice to meet you, but I do believe we must leave now, right Rosalya?" Lysander and Rosalya said their goodbyes, and retreated the way from which Rosalya first came. Man was I tried from being lost. But I finally made some friends? I sat down on the bench to relax, but I felt a strong poke that made me feel uncomfortable. What was poking me? I looked down besides me and saw a pen... and a journal... Lysander's journal...

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