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The car ride was quiet and peaceful. I stared out the window as the palm trees rushed by.

Orlando, Florida.

It was going to be quite a change from my old home in Chicago.

I glanced at my older brother, Luke as he drove the car, staring straight out the windshield with a permanent half scowl on his face. He hadn't been the same since the accident that had taken my mother's life, and indirectly, my father's.

He glanced at me. "You sure you're okay with this, Kate?"

I forced a half-smile onto my face and replied, "Yes, of course. Bill and Carol are really nice. They'll do just fine taking care of me."

Bill and Carol were my aunt and uncle. They lived in Orlando and had been willing to take me in after the death of my parents. My brother would've gladly taken care of me, except for the fact that he was a sophmore at the University of Central Florida and lived in the dorms.

Luke smiled slightly. "What I'm more worried about is how you're going to survive high school."

I grinned. "I'll just do what I usually do. Stay invisible. Try to fit in."

"Which is impossible for you … fitting in."

"Oh shut up!" I laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder.

He grinned, shook his head and returned his concentration to the road.

I smiled slightly and went back to gazing out the window, this time thinking about high school. I had never been to one before. For my whole life, my parents had home schooled Luke and I. Luke had turned out just fine. He was extremely smart, handsome, social, had a serious girlfriend and was attending University of Central Florida on a free ride. I, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. I had difficulty making friends and only had three close ones. I also wasn't afraid to speak my mind, which got me into many fights and made me the enemy of many parents and children alike. I also was diagnosed with ADHD and pronounced an introvert by my psychologist. And now, at age seventeen, I was being tossed into a high school (THERE'S SO MANY PEOPLE IN A HIGH SCHOOL! O.o) to spend my senior year.

The scenery changed from a big, noisy city to a quiet clean neighborhood with medium sized houses lining the streets. This was my aunt and uncle's neighborhood. I'd only been here a couple of times before when I was little, but even so, I recognized it and knew I would be happy here.

Luke pulled into the driveway of a, freshly painted, two-story white house with dark blue shutters. The front lawn had a white picket fence around it and had been neatly mowed.

I got out of Luke's pick-up truck, grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. Luke also got out and grabbed one of my ten boxes that were sitting in the truck bed.

Four of the boxes held clothes. The other six contained books, CD's, movies, my stereo and my prized laptop.

I walked up the small sidewalk to the front door and rang the doorbell. Luke stood behind me.

A second later, the door opened revealing a thin woman of about sixty with graying brown hair, pulled back into a bun, bright blue eyes, dressed in jeans and a pretty blue blouse.

Carol looked like she'd be one of those extremely strict, severe, school teacher types, but in reality, she was the sweetest, kindest, most laid-back woman I'd ever met. The same went for her husband, my uncle Bill.

Carol's face broke out into a wide grin when she saw me and she immediately pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Oh, Kate! You've grown so much, honey!"

I smiled and mumbled a muffled reply, as my face was pressed into her shoulder.

She let go of me and held me at arm's length. "Such a beautiful young woman you've grown into!"

I blushed slightly, as I always did when people paid me compliments, and replied, "Thank you, Aunt Carol."

"Now, honey, you go inside and go upstairs. Your room is the last door on the left! I'll get your Uncle Bill from out back and we'll bring your stuff up. Okay, sweetie?"

I smiled shyly. "Okay."

I headed into the house, leaving Luke with Carol.

I glanced around the house. Everything was organized in a very casual way. The living room looked cozy, with a couch and two big cushy armchairs, a fireplace and a big TV. The kitchen was small and tidy-looking and there was a full bathroom and a supply closet down a small hallway. The house was perfect for me.

I headed upstairs to where the bedrooms were. There were four of them total with another full bathroom at one end of the hall. At the other end of the hall was Bill's office. He was an accountant or something like that.

I walked over to the last door on the left like Carol had said and opened the door.

The room was small and cozy looking. The carpet was a clean beige. A double bed was sitting in the far left corner of the room with light blue sheets and a matching comforter and pillowcases. The walls were painted completely white with oak trim. In the far right corner of the room there was a nice-sized desk and a chair that faced one of the two windows in the room. The window looked out onto the driveway and the neighbor's house. The second window was on the wall in-between the desk and the bed, looked out onto the street and the front yard and had a small cozy window seat with, perfect for reading a book. There were two built in floor-to-ceiling oak bookcases, set in the wall by the desk and there were some shelves above the desk also. There was a small closet and also (bonus!) a TV that stood on a stand against the wall at the foot of my bed. It even had a DVD and VHS player and some shelves for movies.

I smiled and sat down on the bed, which was soft and comfortable. My parents were dead, but I knew I had to move on. And this seemed like a pretty good start.