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My gaze was focused on the floor as I hurried towards my new locker. I clutched my books to my chest while inwardly cursing. This was not my day at all.

"Dammit," I thought angrily.

I didn't want to be here, no matter what my mother thinks. The minute she told me about it I gave her a point blank refusal. Then she decided to guilt trip me with the whole "but I've worked so hard for our family darling," and the "can't you just think about what's best for us?"

"Stupid guilty conscience," I muttered.

My locker was a few steps away, but I couldn't even register it in my mind. I was too busy thinking how ridiculous this whole ordeal was. We moved here because of my mom's job and because, apparently, I had a cousin living here. But have I seen her? No! How am I even supposed to know who she is if I haven't seen her since I was a kid? Sighing, I opened my lock unconsciously while wondering who my cousin was. All I know is that she's a girl, she's my age, and her name is Kairi. As helpful as that information was, I still couldn't find her.

I wonder why?

I grabbed my bag from the hook before hoisting it over my shoulder. I didn't have much other than my white messenger bag with zebra stripes and multiple cartoons of cute chibi characters on them. I also had my ipod touch in my jean pocket and a set of headphones that were pretty much glued to my ears. I slammed my locker shut before exiting the building. I had a massive headache and I couldn't stop hearing voices in my head. I figured it was from all the students, so I ignored them while walking towards a bike rack. My white bicycle was resting comfortably on the metal bars, and I fiddled with the safety lock before removing it from the rack.

I rode out of the school's u shaped roundabout before turning left. I didn't have to go far, thank god, because this headache was really pissing me off. I felt like someone was constantly banging a drum next to my ear while yelling at the top of their lungs.

I don't know what to do now that we've moved to Destiny Islands; I have absolutely no friends, I have no idea where I'm going half the time and I can't get rid of this headache! I just wanted to go to my real home back in Traverse Town and forget about everything. But apparently, that wasn't going to happen.

Joy.

"Namine dear!" my mother called from the garden in our front yard.

"Hi," I mumbled before hopping off my bike.

"How was your day?" she asked cheerfully. Leave it to mom to be happy while I'm infuriated.

"Horrible," I answered flatly.

"What's wrong?" she asked while standing up from her spot next to the flowers.

"I don't like it here," I mumbled.

"I know you don't have a lot of friends around here but I'm sure you can-"

"I don't make friends that fast mom," I sighed, then remembered the one person who could possibly become my friend, "what about my cousin?"

"What about her?" my mother asked without facing me. She seemed...uncertain.

"Come on mom," I groaned, "you know what I mean. I don't even know what she looks like, and I didn't see her at school."

"W-well she doesn't go to your school dear," she hesitated, "she goes to a different one."

"Then why aren't I with her?" I asked confusedly, "you told me part of the reason why we came here was for her and her family."

"Because that school is...full," she answered unsurely.

I sighed for the umpteenth time today before putting my bike on the side of the house. When mom got nervous, she had a tendency to change the subject and the last thing I wanted was to talk about...that hell hole. And when I say that, I mean Destiny High. It's a great school with good teachers and good food and all that crap but that doesn't make it tolerable when you never wanted to go there in the first place. I walked up the small set of stairs and entered through the front door. Our house was cozy; the entrance was right next to the kitchen on the left, and to the right was the stairs to go to the bedrooms. Ahead of me was the living room which was a soft blue color with a white corner sofa that sat in front of a flat screen television. Various plants that my mother brought home from work decorated each room. A hanging plant was mounted on the far corner of the ceiling next to the television in the living room, and had beautiful red hibiscus flowers resting in the pot as well which complemented the green foliage. Other flowers were in vases around the house, and it brightened up the small space wonderfully.

I kicked off my black high top converse shoes and pushed them aside with my foot before rushing up the stairs. The second door on my right was my bedroom, and as much as I hated to admit, it was a lot nicer than my old room. The white door had a drawing on the front with my name designed in swirly patterns. When I entered, I noticed that my bed was already made. It was resting on the left corner of the wall opposite to my door, and it had a fluffy white comforter resting on it. Some of my stuff was still in boxes, but the larger furniture was in place. My dresser was on my right and my desk was in the bottom left corner of the room. Everything was either a shade of grey or white. I liked the crisp feeling of those shades.

I tossed my bag onto my bed and went to my desk. I wanted to pick up my phone before exploring the islands. The small white devise was under a pile of books, sketchbooks to be more specific; I loved to draw. Before leaving my room I checked my appearance in my full length mirror. My blonde hair was tossed over one shoulder, my white button up shirt had the sleeves rolled up to my elbows and was unbuttoned to expose a black tank top with the words "Music is my Soul" scrawled on it in gold, my dark stained shorts were resting comfortably on my hips, and black, white and gold bracelets hung from my left wrist. I smiled at my appearance, deeming it acceptable, before returning downstairs to get my shoes.

I exited my small house to find my mother working on the garden again. I've always wondered how she can work with plants so well, but if I asked she just says she's got a green thumb. I waved to her before telling her I would be out for awhile. I took my bicycle and left quickly. I wanted to get to visit the beach before dark because I'd never had a chance to go in the week that we've been here. I thought back to the conversation with my mother, and wondered why she seemed nervous to tell me about Kairi. I wasn't really mad because I'd meet her eventually, but I didn't think it would worry my mother so much.

I continued bicycling down the street before arriving at a nice beach. There were dozens of palm trees and one seemed to be bent low enough to allow someone to sit on it. The area looked so calm and quiet, so I felt drawn towards it. I ditched my bike in the sand and wandered towards the water's edge. It was cold at first, but was refreshing all the same. I began to stroll down the beach, enjoying the view of the setting sun. My headache seemed to have disappeared; probably due to the lack of people and it greatly renewed my energy.

Suddenly, the headache returned. The voices returned to my mind, and felt worse than before. I clutched my head in pain, and tried desperately to stay calm. I cupped my hands in the water and splashed it onto my face, but it didn't help. I heard the sound of real voices close by which caused me to jerk my head up. I was startled to hear real people, instead of the weird, unfamiliar ones in my mind. I noticed two figures roaming around the beach, but my vision blurred. I couldn't see whole shapes anymore, and when I tried to stand, I couldn't support myself. I collapsed onto the sand, and the last thing I could see were the two figures running towards me.

This day just got a lot worse.

Author's Note: Urgh. Horrible I know. It's nothing like the awesomazing stories from authors in my fav list, but a writer's got to start somewhere! I hope you give this story a chance, because I'll do my best to update whenever I can! And believe me; the chapters will be much longer than this. This is actually pretty short for what I usually write! Thanks for dealing with a bad first chapter, pleaz bear with me!

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