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Prologue

It's pretty hard to tell you when things really begin.

I mean, everything starts from when you're born, right? Like, you get older, go to school, go on your first date, get a job, have kids and then the whole thing repeats itself again. Like a lifecycle.

About a month ago, if someone asked me where it began, that is what I would have said. Recently though, my life has changed totally.

So now I don't know if that's really beginning. I mean literally, it is, but maybe things really begin with a single event, or like, a series of them. Maybe they start when you meet someone, or learn something.

I really dunno.

But that's the beauty of things like that- don't you think? You never know what to expect. You don't go looking for something like that. It finds you- and when does it is freaking amazing.

It's about now that I should probably mention my name is Nick Ride, but nobody calls me that. Almost everyone, bar teachers, call me Fang, a somewhat unfortunate title I was given in elementary school, due to my 'surly and silent' manner.

Today was what you could call a pretty big day, I guess. I was starting at a new school. My mom and I had just recently moved from our old, super-mod swish home in California to a new, cramped one-and-a-half bed roomed flat in Ohio after my parents' divorce. Could we at least have moved into a cramped one-and-a-half bed roomed flat in California? No. My mother insists that she needs to "find herself" after what happened, and to do this, she needed to move away and take me with her, far from my friends, girlfriend and family in California. It pisses me off so bad.

Don't get me wrong though, I love my mother and right now, after the ugly end with Mia when I left California, she's practically the only kind woman in my life, but why she has to take me when she "finds herself" is a puzzle.

I think about all this deeply as I get dressed. All in black, per usual. My friends back in California would call me 'emo', as a joke. A not funny joke, in my opinion. When they said this, Mia would slap their arms and say "you guys!" in her husky voice and then they would all shut up, because everyone adored her. A pang of loneliness shot through my chest. I missed Mia, and I missed my friends.

"Fang!" came my mother's voice from down the hallway. I finished putting on my sneakers and trudged into the little kitchenette, where my mother stood juicing oranges, a multi-coloured scarf threaded through the braids she wore on top of her head. "Are you excited for your first day of school!" she cried with false excitement, speaking to me as if I were five. I shrugged and gave me a pleading expression as she placed a glass in front of me, like she sort of needed me to be happy, so I said

"Sure" and she beamed

"Good. That's just great." Her grin was so large, it was beginning to look painful.

She drove me to school that morning. As she focused on the unfamiliar road intently, I looked at her face. She looked a lot like, well, me. With her thick dark hair and large brown eyes, the South American heritage was plain on her face. There were wrinkles I hadn't noticed before. It struck me as unusual , because my mother was young, having me when she was just sixteen, the same age as I am now. My father and her married for my sake, as soon as they were eighteen. I would have never told my mother, but I was surprised their marriage lasted for as long as it did.

When we finally reached Fordswater High, my new school, I hesitated to get out. My mom, although we were solidly parked, was still staring at the road, her hands on the wheel. I cleared my throat and she seemed to come to her senses. "Have a nice day. Don't be angry, Fangy. Think about things: It's like a new beginning." I smiled briefly and got out of the car beginning to walk towards the droll grey building that would now be my school. I wouldn't know anyone. To avoid answering the curious 'new specimen' glances the students gathered out the front were giving me, I looked upward. The sky was so grey that is practically blended in with the school. A bolt of lightning split the clouds in half and it started to rain. I turned back to look at my mother, whose head was resting upon the steering wheel of our old red bomb.

If this is the beginning, then kill me now.