A/N Hi this is my first book so please R&R, pretty please! Hope you enjoy it :)
Prologue
Looking around my first ever bedroom for the last time I recalled all of the happy memories that I had had there. My small
creaky bed which had the beautiful quilt that Mom had made for me, my dressing table mirror where I had spent ages
putting on my Mom's make up so I could look as pretty as her, the toys that I had played with when I was younger. Sure, I
was sad to leave this place as it was the home I had grown up in, but I was also excited as we were moving to our new
house today some two hundred miles away. My father was a very successful businness man for an insurance firm and while
his office was in the city, he was required to travel abroad often for his job. He and my mother had a bit of a strange
marriage, at times they were very distant and wouldnt talk for days, whereas other times they were close and stealing
kisses from one another at every opportunity. Mom had come from quite a poor family, or so Ive heard, and until she married
Dad she lived with her father in a five roomed cottage in 'the sticks' as he called it. Her family were all dead now to my
knowledge, apart from an aunt who lived in Russia where her husband was a baron or something - Ive never met her or
even spoke to her on the phone so I dont know whether I could class her as family. Dad's parents were still alive, however,
Grandma and Grandpa lived in California in a big stately house with acres of land. The highlight of my year was going to visit
them in the summer, we were so close and they spoilt me rotten which I loved. Now I was sixteen years old I could see how
my parents had decided that I was enough for them and so I had never had a brother or sister. All of my friends at school
had siblings and I longed for the type of closeness they enjoyed, however I was happy enough to be an only child and get
all of the attention for myself. Besides, I was so close to my best friend Dana that we were practically sisters. We had met
when her family moved in across the street when we were just six, we were both in the same class at school and it just
went from there really. We'd vowed to stay in touch when I move to Missippi and had both promised to write toeach other
once a week. " We're sisters," Dana whispered last night when I went to say goodbye, " We'll always be in each others
lives. Plus I told you I'm coming to visit! I cant wait! We'll go get some gumbo or something." She grinned through her tears,
and we'd hugged goodbye. Our new house in Missippi was a beautiful white plaintation house near the river, it was a huge
house surrounded by lush fertile greenery. According to Mom we had two acres of land and seen how the house was so
large Dad had allowed her to have two maids as well as a gardener, which she was thrilled about. I didnt see why we
needed such a big house but Dad had insisted, he had quit his job after 30 years of loyal service and was ready to take a
step back from the working world. He had plans of owning a restaurant down south, and apparently now he finally had the
funds to do it.
So what would Missippi hold for me, I wondered.
Would my new school be nice?
Could I start over again and make new friends?
Well I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the future holds.