Chp 1
A's POV

I had thought, when I was small, that every one had a fairy tale ending. That you would be captured by the evil witch but be saved by a knight in shining armor.

I can't remember when I stopped believing that. I guess it was when my mom walked out on us, and then I discovered it was because my dad was having an affair with his now wife. And they have two kids together.

I guess when I was fourteen, I had learnt that you get the bad people out there, junkies, mudereres and terrorists. Everywhere you go, whether it's a high school party, or somewhere on Haite Street back home, there would be someone trying to pull you into the world of bad things, making you high every day.

I had seen one of my closest friends, Luke, be pulled down that road. And he died when he was nineteen. I guess I lost too much, broken beyond repair, that I am in too much trouble for the fairy godmother and my prince to come save me.

Because in real life, people hurt you- like the witch. People try to fix things that are not able to be repaired - as if they're supposed to be fairy godmothers. And the so called 'prince charming' is only going to break your heart when you figure out what guys are like.

Our lives are just like a chess board, you're the pawn, and as soon as the opposing pawn comes, you're knocked out- dead, over with, finished.

I'm sixteen now, and I seem to know what a real bad daly is- compared to the plastic girls who think breaking a nail is the new apocalypse. So I keep my guard up, not letting any one in that would hurt me. My only friends are Piper, Hazel, Jason, Leo and Frank.

They never ask me for a reason why , they just accepted that it have had a hard life. They have too. Franks left with only his grandmother, Piper isn't happy despite all the money she has, Jason's mother was a junkie, Leo's orphaned but living in his own apartment and Hazel's staying with Frank, having been abandoned by her parents at twelve years old.

I don't like being around normal people with normal families and normal lives as it makes me realize how messed up mine is. I also was known a bit for having one night stands with many guys at school. About twenty or so, but the school was small anyway.

I never ever felt any affection from my dad and his wife and kids, so I always went out and tried to find it. I would have a fling with a guy, and then forget about it. It was a way to feel wanted for even just an evening. Which earned me a reputation around Montauk.

I think about this all, walking to my apartment that my dad's friend lets me stay at, free of charge. They wanted to leave New York, but I didn't. So they went back home to San Francisco and I stayed on my own.

I felt my phone buzz. Coming to the party later? I stared at the message from an unknown number I recognized, a jock at school. What the hell, I have nothing else to do.

I pulled on another pair of shorts and a crop top. I grabbed a jacket and let the apartment, driving to Montauk beach.