Moving house at the age of 13 going on 14, to a completely different area far away from all your family and friends is hard. Trust me I know. The date is September 3rd 2008, school starts in approximately 3 days and I don't know a single person in this stupid little town called Holmes Chapel. The place I was forced to move to.

Fair enough we've been here one day but I'm pretty sure some of the neighbours have kids my age. Hopefully.

Right now I'm stood in the middle of my new room, there's nothing in here but me, my bed, furniture and boxes (full of all my stuff of course). To be honest I'm too lazy to unpack right now. What could I do?

I went over to my window which over looked my new garden. Today's weather was warm and sunny, not bad for September in England if you ask me.

I ran downstairs grabbing a dry towel from the bathroom as I went.

"Scarlett where are you going?" My mums voice rang from the kitchen.

"I'm going to sunbathe in the garden, this sun won't last, do you want to join me?" I asked taking in her appearance.

Like me she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a simple vest top, mine being baby blue in colour and hers being yellow.

"I might as well, grab me a towel too sweety, oh and don't forget to put some sun cream on!" She smiled and soon after turning to get something from the fridge.

"Okay mum, I'll wait out in the garden for you."

I ran back up the stairs, after rummaging through some boxes to find the sun cream, to grab another towel for my mum to lay down on in the garden. I walked through the kitchen and out the back door and saw my mum pouring us a glass if lemonade each.

We put our towels next to each other on the grass, lay down and began to talk to each other about the new move.

"So how are you finding it here in Holmes Chapel? Do you like it?" She asked.

"It's alright, I suppose but I haven't made any friends yet and school starts soon,"

"Give it some time to settle in sweety, and I heard that our neighbour has a son your age too, maybe he can be your friend and show you around town and the school," what she had just said interested me,

"What's his name?" I asked

"I didn't catch his name actually"

"Hmmm," this only made me more interested in the mysterious boy living next door.

For the next hour we talked an laughed at each others jokes. I'm proud to say that me and my mum are best friends. I love her sapphire eyes and honey coloured hair, the complete opposite to me and my brown hair and deep brown eyes. I took the genes from my Dad. They make the perfect couple, and to top it off they are madly in love. I wish I could have someone look at me the way my dad looks at mum.

The garden was silent apart from the sound of birds chirping and the light snores coming from my mum. I internally laughed, you'd think somebody like my mum would have no flaws but hers is snoring. Like he always says nobody's perfect.

BANG

What the...

BANG

Something was hitting the garden fence but from the other side.

BANG

So much for peace and quiet. I sighed and began to stand up to go back inside and get a drink. That didn't happen either. I'll tell you why, because as soon as I stood up a football came flying over the fence and hit me on the head. Just my luck.

I bent over and picked up the ball whilst rubbing my head.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you I was just kicking it at the fence and it flew over! I'm so sorry are you hurt? Are you okay? Please tell me you won't die?" A male voice sounded.

I looked around and saw a mop of brown curls hovering over the fence. Little did I now that those curls would play a huge role in the story of my life