A second endeavour! Sigh… I just cannot resist the opportunity… Yes, this is for you, Squiggy. I know, I am not yet done with "Love" but I need something to work on over those long, cold writer's blocks. Also, don't expect to read the next chapter in, let's say, two months. Since my tech class has now ended, I have absolutely limited access to computers. SO haaaaah.

Prologue

Moving In, Moving Out

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My mom parked the car in front of an unrecognizable building. She told me that today was going to be amazing. I thought otherwise.

Today was snowy. White puffs appeared everywhere that morning. It was around -7 degrees in temperature, but the sun still warmed everything up. The skies were a bit cloudy and blue patches were up in the skies. Today was the first snowfall I have ever seen in my life. I stood there on the front steps of the school, staring at the grey worn school in front of me as students poured out from their buses and entered.

The warning bell rings.

The end of our Christmas break.

I was thirteen. I was a new girl once again, for the second time, in Petalia Elementary School. My mom got a new job and my family and I had to move away from our old apartment home and into a new neighbourhood. It wasn't like we have completely adjusted to our life in that apartment. We migrated from an island in the south called Phllea's Island and came to Toad Town. My mom came first and got a job that can support us and then, she got us.

We were first living on the north side of Toad Town. My mom rented an apartment for my sister and me to live in. I went to a school with my freakishly evil (don't ask how, she just is) sister and made a few friends…

Then one night, in November, in the middle of the freaking school year, she joyfully declared that we were moving, that she has found a job that pays more than the one she was working for right now. So here I am, in front of a school I have never seen before.

Starting all over again.

For the second time that year.

The greyness of the school was very comforting. I walked up the front steps of the school, my boots making sloshing sounds against the snow. We walk through the doors. We go into a room filled with paper. Lots of paper. Paper on the table. Paper next to the blinking computer screen. Paper on the corkboard that was mounted on the paste-y white walls. I was wondering how many trees were killed for this much paper when my mom asked the secretary were my classroom was. I groaned.

Walking to my 2nd new classroom that year, I was ready to prove to my mom that moving from my home, however recently we just settled into that home, was the worse move she has ever made in my life.

But then, as I entered that room and stayed there for the rest of that change-filled year, a boy proved me wrong.

In fact, he proved to me that this move was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.

That Toad's name was Will.