Chapter 1:
Another Year, Another Chapter, Another Life.
Nightfall had set in. The sky continued to rumble, pouring tiny droplets on us. The rain made it harder for us to see where we were going and suddenly, there wasn't a need for an umbrella anymore. It was just the two of us, standing there, completely drenched from head to toe. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer. I stared at his blue eyes, they were crystal clear. Just as our lips were about to meet...
"SLURP!" Something wet and sloppy was on my face, and it smelled like...
"RUSSELL! You bad dog! OFF THE BED NOW!"I snapped at it. Leaping out from my bed, I used my hands to wipe off the husky's drool off my face. There goes my almost perfect dream again. The dream I had had been recurring ever since Mum got divorced and we move into the new town. I sometimes think that it might be Pearl who was doing it. But it couldn't be, Pearl only communicates by writing post-it notes. My thoughts were interrupted when Mum entered the room.
"Samantha dear, Why are you still in your pyjamas? Did you forget that today is your first day at Foxton High? Now, hurry and go wash up before you will be late. I need to get to work soon too."
Dragging my feet to the bathroom, I paused in front of the mirror. On it was a yellow post-it note. I picked it up and read:
'You will find yourself loving your new environment, Samantha. Well, have fun.'
Its Pearl again. Love my new environment? My family is broken up, I'm at the brink of breaking down. How could I possibly have fun?
Well, I'll start from the beginning. I'm Samantha Ross, an average 17 year old girl you see in the streets. My parents got divorced recently and my Mum and I have are currently living in a rented apartment. Because of this, I had to leave my former high school. I'm glad that I don't have to go to that school anymore, as I'm often ostracised and bullied. Even my ex-best friend turn her back on me. I was lucky that I have another 'imaginary' friend, Pearl.
Pearl was my spirit guardian. I was one of the 'fortunate' ones that is able to communicate with spirits. From what I have learned from Pearl, spirits chose those unlucky in life and guide them along the right path. I could talk to Pearl whenever I wanted, however, Pearl could only communicate by writing post-it notes and sticking them on places I would pass-by. Notes were written by Pearl were often confusing at first, but I soon figured what it meant. And little did I know that not only will I love my new environment, but something more wonderful was about to happen.