Hello there! This isn't my first story, but I really hope it's the best.

Let's start with a little introduction of me, so you know what yo expect.

I am 16 years old. I am from Germany, but I currently live in Nebraska because I'm an exchange student. This computer doesn't belong to me. It's host parent's. That's why I might not be able to update too often. But I'll try.

I dedicate this chapter to my loving host family because they welcomed me so warmly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers. Be thankful for that, it wouldn't be nearly as good if it was mine. (Wouldn't mind playing with Derek a little, though ;))

Caution: This is an Alternative Universe. If you mind that, you probably won't like this story!

Chloe PoV:

"What did you do to your hair, girl?!" Her wide eyes were fearful, probably because she feared my father would fire her for not doing her duty as a nanny. I had the decency to feel bad about that.

In school that day I had dyed red highlights into my hair. It made me look a little more grown up, I thought. At 15 years of age, people still mistake me for 12. My blond hair and blue eyes made me look young and not even cutting my hair had helped. Actually, I hadn't even had my first period until today, which I always thought was strange, since I was the only one I knew who was so late. My aunt Lauren says it runs in the family, unfortunately.

Something even stranger than my first period occurred today, though.

I saw a ghost.

No, I am not insane. At least I hope I'm not. I had started screaming like crazy and I was so scared, I just wanted him to leave. And after wishing him away for about a minute, he disappeared. So, anyone else would they are crazy, but I don't think I am.

My necklace reminded me of my childhood, when my mother gave it to me as an amulet against the bogeyman. I remembered how I would always see ghosts everywhere, which babysitters mistook for imaginary friends. But since I had the necklace – a medieval looking thing with a bright red gem – it had stopped and I hadn't thought about it ever since.

That's why I don't think I'm crazy. I don't know what I am, but insane I am not.

People did wonder at my screaming though, but I just stuttered out a lie about how I was shocked because of my hair. Yes, I stutter when I am nervous. It's embarrassing, really, but I didn't want anyone to know about the real reason for my screaming.

Of course, after seeing how I had just skipped the principal called my housekeeper to take me home and think about how I couldn't just miss my classes for that.

My poor nanny.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I did feel bad for worrying her. She always at least tried to be nice to me.

"Oh, this can't be true. Not right now. Did you not listen to a word I told you this morning? Your father won't like that at all, I'm afraid," she muttered. The murmuring continued, unintelligible things about the same matter, undoubtedly.

"What do you mean?"

"You are moving! Your father is coming home tomorrow so that you can move in together. I told you this morning. Don't you listen?" She shook her head and walked off to the kitchen, saying something about making dinner for me, even though I don't deserve it, but I didn't listen.

We were moving? Again? But why? I was so tired of moving all the time. I didn't want to find new friends again. But if my father was coming home already, the matter was decided. And there is nothing I can do about that.

As if I didn't have enough problems already. What a day! I saw a ghost or something like that, my first period started, I dyed my hair and skipped class for the first time and I'm moving again.

Definitely a great start.