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Ezra's POV

It was August 15 and our flight had landed at Newport about an hour ago. Now me and family were sat in the car on the way to our new home. The landscape that I saw out the car window was drastically different to those of our home that was left on the other side of the country. I'd lived my whole life in New York with my parents, but then, on one day my dad came home telling he'd got a job offer. And it would mean us moving to California. Me and my big brother Elliot hadn't actually believed he would accept the offer. We'd wondered why he'd do it. We had everything in New York. Our parents had always lived in New York and founded a family there. But now, we were sitting in a car en route to the new home where we had nothing.

When we were there, there was a truck with all our stuff at the driveway. We stood up from the car and looked at the amazing house in front of us. It was white, and there were lots of big windows. At the backyard there was a swimming pool and a pool house. I'd had quite a brilliant style of live in New York, it was but rather different to this. Our apartment had been on the highest floor, where we had an amazing view over Manhattan. But I'd never seen anything like this before. Anyway, you just can't compare New York to Newport. They're two totally different places.

"We've only been here for two hours and I already hate this place" Elliot said next to me and walked inside of the house.

The moving was far more difficult for him than it was for me. I'm not saying I was overly excited about moving, but not all the things that stayed in New York were good things. There were also things that some wanted to forget, including me.

"Stephen, did we make a mistake when we decided to move to the other side of the country? What if Elliot never adjusts here?" My mom asked worriedly.

"He will adjust, he just needs time" He replied reassuringly. No words were said as they started their walk to the house.

"Ezra, come on" My mom said and I, too, walked inside.

A couple of hours later we were all sat on the living room floor eating pizza. The moving guys had carried almost all the boxes in, but nothing was put in their right places. My mom was really strict about decorating, and she decided where everything was put.

I, Elliot and dad went to get the rest of the boxes. We had reached the driveway when a middle-aged man walked towards us.

"So you are our new neighbours?" The man asked happily.

"Yes, we moved today" Dad answered politely.

"It's nice to meet you. Byron Montgomery" He said and introduced himself.

"Stephen Fitz. And here are my sons, Elliot and Ezra" Dad introduced us. At the same moment a girl around my age walked to the driveway as well. She was pretty, and she had a wavy dark hair.

"Aria, come and meet our new neighbours" Byron said to the girl who approached us.

"Hey, I'm Aria. Nice to meet you" She said softly and smiled beautifully.

"Ezra" I introduced myself.

"Have you been here before?" Byron asked.

"No, we moved from New York so everything here is new" Dad explained.

"Like this insane heat" Elliot muttered and took one of the boxes before carrying it in.

"Problems at adjusting" Dad said awkwardly.

"It's normal. Moving from New York to here is a big change" Byron replied.

"Yeah, you can't really compare the two, can you?" Dad smiled.

"Dad, I gotta go or I'll be late" Aria then said to her father.

"Yes, I almost forgot" Byron said and took his car keys from his pocket. "A charity event in held here tomorrow. Do come, you'd meet more people there" He said.

"Actually, we are coming. My wife is the chairwoman of the organization" Dad clarified to him.

"So I'll see you there" He said and waved his hand.

A few hours later our house had started to look like there lived someone. I was in my room, putting things in to their places. I placed my clothes into a closet when a carton of cigarettes fell from the pocket of one of my hoodies. I'd forgotten it there from my last soccer game. We played it against Boston and after the game decided to celebrate. I wasn't an active smoker; I only smoked on a few occasions, like if I was partying.

The whole day had felt like an eternity and so chaotic. I took the carton in my hand and went outside. I stood on the driveway and lit the cigarette. Then I saw Aria, the girl who lived in the neighbour.

"Hey" She said smiling.

"Hi" I replied. She was wearing a white top and skinny jeans. Her dark, long hair was down and she looked as pretty as she had earlier today.

"Any chance I can get one?" She asked and walked closer to me.

I took one cigarette from the carton and gave it to her. I helped her light it, and while I did it I smelled her amazing scent. We looked at each other for a moment before Aria broke the silence.

"So, what do you think of Newport?" She asked, still smiling.

"I'm used to little different circles" I admitted.

"What kind of circles do you hang out in then?" She asked, sounding curious. But before I got to reply, a black BMW drove in front of us. A brown haired guy was behind the wheel.

"I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow at the charity event" She said and tossed her cigarette in the ground.

"Yeah, see you" I said. Aria opened the car door and kissed the guy before they drove away. I threw my own cigarette on the ground. I don't know why I was surprised she had a boyfriend. Of course someone like Aria would have someone.

I watched the dark sky and sighed deeply. This year would be different to the previous ones. But I want to give Newport a chance. Maybe this is a chance for a new start.

Here's the first chapter, do tell me what you think of it :) reviews make me update more often!