Dear Reader: I think you may think my first chapter is lame and boring. But please stay with me as the story changes in three chapters. It may be a sticky story now but will become a mystery story. Please please please stay with me and review!

Chapter 1

CPOV (Carlimille)

I hate moving.

I hate new neighbours.

I hate leaving a familiar surrounding.

I hate my mother when she throws away all the things that remind her of the days with dad when he was still a good person.

But most of all, I hate new schools, new teachers and new people.

Mum surveyed the living room, looking for anything she might have missed. All of our belongings could fit into one luggage case.

I felt ashamed. Mum and dad were once able to afford our own house, but then dad gambled away all our money away, leaving mum and I in a court house, himself on the street.

The room fell into a deep, tense silence. Mum decided to break it, "Carlimille, aren't you excited? You're going to a new school - it even has a swimming pool and tennis courts!"

I tried to stretch my lips into a smile.

My mother had argued with the council so many times to get me into this new school... So why was my heart so heavy?

I didn't want to move schools. I would have to go through the same stupid process. People would get to know me and then start to make fun of me. People would start hating me, which would eventually mean they'd ignored me. Its the same with the teachers - they tried, but gave up.

A honk came from the driveway. Mother looked out from the balcony, "The truck's here, sweetheart." she pushed the luggage case towards the door as I followed behind her.

She gave me the keys and told me to lock up the door when she goes downstairs with the case. I took a long last look at our house. The corners were covered in spider webs and the kitchen had oil stains everywhere. The carpet was soggy and the house stank of mould. But I'd gotten used to this place. Fallen in love with the smell, the sight and the dampness.

I didn't want to leave, but of course, a child's life revolves around parents' decisions.

The truck was small, but mum and I could still fit inside with our stuff in the back. I knew we were moving into what mum said was a "rich" place.

The houses would be beautiful and the school would have better facilities.

What was the school called? Something weird like COGGS, Central Orrington Girls Grammar School. What a posh name.

The truck stopped rapidly. Our luggage case fell to its side. Wow. This was our new home.

I opened the truck door and stared at the house.

The formation was pretty similar but the houses beside ours were mansions that I never would have even dreamed of. The houses were big and decorated with cream coloured, shiny paint. Landscaped gardens flourished inside the fences. The gates were grand, like a castle, which you needed a password to enter.

I looked back at my new house. Maybe I will never be like my new classmates with their iPods and flashy cars.

I walked into the courtyard and found my mum, who was already unpacking. I ignored her and walked around the house. The furniture was newer as well, and I even had my own room.

I looked through the window into our neighbours' house. It had a clean pool like a Fijian beach. The palm trees were perfectly cut and the grass looked as if someone had taken a pair of scissors and a ruler and trimmed it.

The house was so beautiful. I wished someday I would be able to live in such a nice house.

"Carlimille... Come here!" I walked into the dining room.

"Yeah."

"We're going to get you a new uniform today. You're starting school tomorrow." my mum said,

"Okay"

"Concentrate, Carlimille!" I rolled my eyes. Somehow I could see regret in my mother's eyes everyone time I annoyed her.

Anyway, I dreaded starting school... again.

I just couldn't make friends. It was like someone had sprayed some sort of people-repellent on me right after I was born.

The things I say hurt people but I can't seem to help it. Mum got up and stood on the balcony. She admired our neighbours' house and then came back in.

"Let's go then." she said, seemingly satisfied.

"To where?"

"The school, for your uniform."

To be honest, I sort of wanted to see my school. I wanted to know what rich people had and what I had missed out on. I wanted to know what they wore. I wanted to know about my new life.

But I knew I couldn't make friends with them.

Next chapter: My heart skipped a beat. She DID look like me. I felt as if we were sisters, no, twins.

P.S.: This is actually based on a movie "Torn". If you haven't watched the movie this will still make sense. If you watch the movie, it will half spoil my story. So it is your choice.