Paige POV

When mom broke the news to me, I was in a wreck. Why did we always have to move right when my situation was improving?

My mom, had one of those jobs where you are constantly relocating, and this was one of those times where we had to pack up our stuff and move out.

We had been living in Chicago, for about two years. I am really shy, and it takes me a while to open up to people. I hadn't really started making friends here until about four months ago. Right when I was really getting to know everyone at Oak Park High School, we had to pack up our things and move to Holmes Chapel, England.

I would be crossing the ocean to live thousands of miles away from my new friends. I mean, I normally already am an outcast when I start at a new school, but I really would be different from everyone in Holmes Chapel. I don't have the accent, or any of the terms they use. I am going to look even more stupid then I normally do.

"Do we have to move again?" I asked, carrying a box out to the van. "I am sorry sweetie, but when work calls, unfortunately, I have to answer." Mom said, carrying two boxes, and placing them in the van.

"I think that's it, we're all packed up, and ready to head to the airport." Mom said, getting into the car and turning on the engine.

"Alright, let's go." I said, getting into the passenger seat. Most people would be sad about moving, and I was, but I had moved in and out of so many different houses in my sixteen years of life that I was kind of used to it.

When we arrived at the airport, I watched the movers putting our things into crates, and onto trams, taking them to the terminal. My mom and I grabbed our suitcases from the trunk, and gave our car to one of the movers. He would be driving our car to a cargo boat, to sail it over to Europe.

We walked into the airport and checked in our bags. We got through security, and went to the terminal C, flight 47. That was where the next plane to London was. From London we would take a train to Holmes Chapel, where one of my mom's new co-workers would drive us to our new home.

A voice came over the speaker. "All passengers on flight C47 to London, England, your plane will be boarding in fifteen minutes."

I felt my heart drop. I am moving yet again. I guess my Mom saw, because she looked at me with a concerned expression. "You're going to like it in Holmes Chapel." She said. "Mom, you know how hard it is for me to make friends. I am super shy." I said. "You're going to do fine." She said reassuringly.

We sat at the gate for about another ten minutes, when it was time to board the plane. I picked up my bags, and followed my mom up to the desk, where the flight attendant checked our tickets, and we boarded the plane.

We waiting in a line of planes for about twenty minutes before we took off and then it was up to the skies.

Goodbye, Chicago I thought to myself.

-Arrival in England-

I didn't realize I fell asleep on the plane until the jolt of the wheels hitting the runway woke me up. I looked around, to see passengers fumbling in their seats to grab their things and get off the plane. I groggily looked out the window to see the London skyline. I looked at my Phone, and it was 5:32 pm.

My mom tapped my arm. "Paige, get your things, we are here." She said. I quick grabbed my carry-on, and followed the crowd off the plane. Listening to the people talk once we were off the plane was pretty weird. They all had an accent, and it was really strange being the only one not talking like them.

We proceeded through customs, and then went to get our bags. I found my purple suitcase, and then looked for my mom's co-worker. I was looking at all the chauffer signs, until I finally found the one that said Abigail Howard. We walked over to the woman, tall, and blonde. She greeted us nicely, and then showed us to her car. She opened the trunk and we placed our things in the back of the shiny black Lexus.

I listened to my IPod the whole way to Holmes Chapel, which was about a three hour drive. When we arrived, I was exhausted, with some serious jetlag. When we got to the house, I was surprised to see the well sized home in front of me. I would be excited in the morning, but right now I was way to tired. I walked inside to see a big grand hall, and sun window.

I walked upstairs, to see a room with a cot and a few of my things in it. I figured it was my room. Not even bothering to take my clothes off, I lay down on the cot and was instantly asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt much better. I was well rested, and I looked at the clock. 9:48 am was the time. I got out of bed and went to take a shower. There was a box in the bathroom with towels in it. I grabbed a towel, and got in the shower. Once I got out, I went into my room to find all my things in boxes. I went through the boxes looking for clothes. I found a pink top, with white skinny jeans, and my tan UGGs. I put them on, and looked out the window.

I saw my mom unpacking the van, and went outside to help. "Morning, darling." She said, grabbing a box. "Good Morning, Mom." I said, grabbing a box. It was really heavy and I almost dropped it. I looked around for my mom, but she had already gone inside. Then I heard a voice from behind me.

"Need a little help with that?" said a raspy voice. I turned around only to see guy with bright green eyes and curly brown hair. "Yeah, actually I could." I said grinning. I saw him grin back, and I couldn't help but stare. "My name is Harry, I live down the street. Let me take that for you." He said taking the box. "Hi, I'm Paige." I said. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked. "No, I am from America, but my Mom has a job where we have to move a lot." I said. I just want to say that it was taking a lot to sound this natural. I really wanted to make a good start here though.

Harry POV

The light blinded me. I pulled the covers over my head. It can't be morning already… I thought to myself. I groaned and tried to go back to sleep. I had never been a morning person, and today was no exception. I crawled out of bed, and threw on some clothes. I put on a gray shirt, with a red jacket, and some jeans. I stumbled down the stairs, still dizzy with sleep. I blundered around the kitchen, searching for my phone. Only after ten minutes of looking around for it that it finally dawned on me that I left it at Louis's place.

He only lived a few blocks down the street, and since it was Saturday, I figured I had time to kill, so I went to go get it.

I was walking down the street when I saw a moving van a few houses down. New people were always nice to have around the neighborhood. I walked down the street to find a girl about my age struggling with a box.

"Need a little help with that?" I asked. I scanned the girl. She had these bright blue eyes, and light brown hair. She was about 5''3, and had a warm smile. There was just something about her, I didn't know what it was, but it was iridescent.

"My name is Harry, I live down the street. Let me take that for you." I said, taking it from her hands.

"Hi, I'm Paige." she said cheerfully.

She didn't sound like she was from England, or anywhere in Europe.

"You're not from around here, are you?" I asked.

"No, I'm from America. My mom has a job where we have to move a lot." she said.

Well that explains it, I said to myself.