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Chapter 1, the American.

I hate moving. You would think I would be used to it by Now, having lived in New York, Texas, California, and so many other places. But no matter how many times I move I still hate it. My dad seems to think that if he keeps moving around he can forget about my mother, who died in a car crash when I was 4, but he can't seem to forget her. So he keeps moving Me and my little brother and sister around the country. Every time we get settled in a place and I start to make friends, we move again. But he's really lost it this time, he's decided to move us to England. England! I mean seriously, a whole other country!

I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is Rachel Mathews, I'm a fifteen year old Girl from New York, and I'm a bit crazy. I'm the type of girl who will run around and act completely insane one minute, and then be completely calm and collected the next. That's gotten me into a lot of trouble at school, since I can't sit still in class but during lunch I'm practically asleep. Anyway that's enough about me, back to my story.

"We're here," My dad said, as we were pulling into the driveway of our new house. "Number 5 Privet Drive." Privet Drive seemed to be a very boring neighborhood. All of the houses were identical, and each yard was perfectly mowed. It seemed like the kind of place where nothing ever happened. "Come on, let's go meet our new neighbors." Said my dad, who was already getting out of the car. "Sure dad." I answered in a frustrated voice. 'Yipee, I get to meet a couple of boring people, who live in a boring neighborhood. Sounds fun!' I thought sarcastically. My dad was already at the door knocking. "Hello?" A large man who reminded me of a walrus asked. "Hi we're your new next door neighbors," my dad said. "and we thought we'd drop by and introduce ourselves" I tuned out the rest of my dad's conversation, as I peaked around the man in to his house. I was a bit startled when I saw a boy about my age looking back at me from the stairs. He was a skinny boy with black hair that stuck out all over the place, and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. 'Beautiful! When did I start going crazy over guys? I normally thought they were all doofuses and ignored them.'

"Let's go sweety" my dad jolted my from my thoughts with this comment. "We better start unpacking if we wanna be done in time for dinner" he said. "Ok" I replied, a bit curious about that boy. Hopefully I would see him around the neighborhood soon. I mean it's not like he could spend the entire summer indoors right?