Chapter One.

I sighed as I lifted the last box of my belongings and loaded it into the back of the suburban. My muscles burned, but I liked that feeling. There was about an hour left of sunlight left, the scenery of my old home was beautiful. There was tall grass all around, and as the sun set it casts a golden glow amongst all.

"Sure you aren't going to miss me to much, sweetie?" My gramma walked up beside me and grabbed her arm around my shoulders, and pulled tight for a hug.

I laughed a little, "I'll be all right gram gram."

She kissed my forehead, "Because I'm going to miss you. My house is going to be so quiet without you here."

I had lived with my grandmother since I was five. My parents thought if I was raised around all the money they had, it would corrupt me. They had done the same thing with my brother, and he turned out just fine. For my sixteen birthday, they said I could go to California with them. They had just bought a new house, in a new neighborhood, and a huge high school that I'd be attending. Stonewall Academy. To me, that school sounded a bit intimidating. Hard, for the passed eleven years of my life, I had attending Raiten Public High School, with a student body of 345. Stonewall had 1,246..er, or some big number like that.

"Come on Gramma, Cambria's a big girl now!" Kyle joined us, walking from behind the country house, wiping black stuff off of his hands with a dirty looking towel.

I smiled instantly when I saw him. Kyle was my older brother, we never really lived together, but I still loved him and looked up to him a lot. He had short dark brown hair, a bright emerald eyes. He was nicely built and I'm saying that as a sister. Kyle was probably the greatest person on earth. It was him who taught me how to roller blade, and he sat with me for the endless days until I could shoot a hoop. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be good at sports.

This was my escape, my new start. Kyle put his arm around me and stole me from my gramma, and ruffled my hair.

"Kyle!" I laughed as I tried to push myself away from him.

He moved his arm and wrapped it around his neck and held me in a head lock; messing up my hair as much as possible. My gramma was laughing, that warm gramma laugh, the way she did every time my brother and I were laughing together. When he released me, I pouted trying to fix my hair.

"Jerk.." I muttered, running my fingers threw my now fluffy hair.

"Shut up." He pushed my shoulder and I stumbled side ways a step.

"Let's go for a walk to the pond one more time." I asked, excitedly like I had so many times the past years.

"You always have the same face when you ask me that! Ever since you were old enough to walk." He teased, "Except now you're not so cute."

I stuck my tongue at him as I put my messy hair into a ponytail, giving up trying to tame it with just my fingers. "At least I was cute."

"Yeah, whatever. Everyone knows I'm the cute one." He rolled his eyes, as he started to stroll down the dirt road him and I have traveled so many times. I tailed after him.

"I'll tell your mother were you guys went, be back for seven, that's when you guys are leaving." My grandma called after us.

"Okay! Love you grandma!" I replied, as Kyle started racing me toward the pond.

There was only one dirt road that lead to my grandmother's house. She lived in a nice, big country house in the middle of no where. A few miles down there was a pond with a dock. My brother and I used to fish there, a few summers we caught a few small fish, but that's about it. The dirt thumping beneath my feet, my heart racing, and free wind around me was something I was for sure going to miss. After a few minutes we reached the old, sturdy dock breathless.

"I win." He beamed, trying his best to control his breathing.

"When don't you?" I challenged, I always raced him to here, and he won every time. It was just something we'd do.

I liked tradition. The dock was strong, again, always has been. I casually walked to the end and sat down, placed my converse beside me, and dipped my feet into the water. Kyle joined me. The sun was near setting, the gold now more bold, a fire-y orange once it touched the horizon.

"I'm pretty sure mom and dad would understand if you wanted to stay with gram, ya know." Kyle said, braking the silence.

I nodded, "Yeah, I know. But I want to live with them now, I have all the freedom I want here. I would like to attend an academy. Live in a city once in my life-"

"Find a true love." Kyle snickered.

"I know life isn't like the movies." I rolled my eyes.

He shrugged and made an unsure noise, "High school is very unpredictable. Dad and I are sure the school work isn't going to be hard for you at all. Mom is just afraid of-" He used air quotes, "the other bad kid" unquote, "influencing you and corrupting you."

I looked at our reflections, "I don't think I'll be that easily corrupted."

"You out all people, will be the hardest to corrupt, the only reason I know is because you are completely yourself, and you aren't afraid to be yourself."

"Funny." I said simply.

"Huh?"

I was quiet for a moment, "I've been trying to figure out who I am."

He snorted, "Life isn't about figuring out who you, it's about creating yourself." He put his arm around my shoulder, "You're my little sister, the girl I protect against anything. The girl that collects flash lights, and as a weird fascination with zombie movies."

I grinned at him, "I'm glad you're my brother, you know that."

He took his arm back, in a sympathetic manner, "Yep." He inhaled, "Wish I could say the same about you."

"Shut up." I laughed as I nudged his ribs with my elbow.

He chuckled, "But seriously now, remember that one year, when you used to pick worms and keep them as pets?"

I wrinkled my nose, "All the other girls thought I was gross for doing that. They still don't et me live it down."

"Remember those big-" He made big circles around his eyes with his hands, "-glasses you used to have, and your favorite pair of overalls?"

"Hey! I still have those." Then I thought about it, "You make me sound like such a dork."

"You are a dork though!" He pointed out.

"Oh gee, thanks." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"But hey, I think being a dork is better than fitting in, I'm not kidding. I think dorks are better people that the people who try to hard to be someone their not." He shrugged, "So where that title proud."

I nodded, "Okay." I chirped.

"Hey Bria." Came a familiar voice.

Kyle and I turned around to see Pat standing there, a slight smile on his face.

"Hi Pat." I smiled.

"Welp." My brother got out and put his shoes back on, "I'll catch you back at house. Don't be too late, or mom might freak."

"Okay, see you Kyle."

"Yep."

Pat sat in the spot where Kyle once was, they exchanged goodbyes too. My heart fluttered just being next to him, and his crooked smile was electric without even touching me. Patrick Zenerd was my boyfriend, and has been for the past three months. The way he made me feel was magical, so amazing. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. It pained me so much to leave him, but I'd come back and see him, and we talked about how we would keep in contact; phone call, letters, e-mails.

"So you're really moving, huh?"

My head slowly tilted until it rest on his shoulder, his feet were somewhat in the water, were as mine just grazed the surface.

I sighed, "Yeah, I am."

I felt his lips kiss my hair, our lips never meet. I was way to nervous to kiss him. I really liked him and everything, but I was afraid I would be so bad at it. We sat and talked until the sun had set, then he walked me back to my grandma's house, hand in hand. We hugged, and it was the perfect chance to kiss. I could feel his breath on my lips, but then my mom walked out o the house, announcing our departure.

I looked at him sadly, "I'll write you as soon as I can, and call, and e-mail, or which ever I can do first."

"Bye Cambria." He said sadly, as our hands slipped apart from the distance I put between us.

"Bye Pat."