Chapter one.

I looked up into his eyes, and suddenly I didn't feel alone anymore. There was something in the golden mist of his irises that made me feel secure, something that made him stand out to everything, he was the one for me and somehow, I knew this would work out for the best.

"Roxy, wake the hell up will you?" I heard Layla, my little sister screaming in my ear, it was obviously time to go back to the hell of a school people, everyone but me in fact, enjoyed. It was horrible, having to wake up every morning and go back to the same thing.

Thank god it's Friday right?

Layla being only ten months younger than me meant that we were in the same year at school, you could say our mother needed a hobby. Layla was something else, and I guess I could kind of say that I was partially jealous of her. She was everything like me, but way stronger. She was class president, she planned proms, pep rallies, but all I was able to do was sit around, and feel like I had no choice but to be a total arrogant masochistic pig to everyone.

If I let them in, then they would know my fears, being forgotten. They would know everything about me. And having people that close just meant that they could hurt you all the more.

I stood, looking in the mirror, my rib length hair sat in curls, my normal plain face staring back at me. Layla having the things I wanted was always the way it went. She had a boyfriend, a group of friend who loved her. I had a few friends from the group of people we hung out with in school, but everyone else seemed to just put up with me because I was Layla's sister, and somewhat because I had a bad temper.

Driving to school in my old box like red car, which had turned pink over time, with Layla in the passenger seat, doing her mascara as I drove, wasnt the worst part of my day I should say. Even though the rain was worse today than it had been in a few months, barely able to see four metres in front of the hood of my car. She was always so full of life, but then again she would always sit quiet on the way to school, it was soothing. Being comfortable in a silence, it wasn't something a lot of people found, but I had that with my sister, I always had.

As I pulled into a parking space in the gravel parking lot, I saw something new, something I had never seen in this area of our small town. It was a brand new shiny Lotus Evora, silver.

I thought about it for a long moment while Layla jumped out from the car and ran into the building for had to be one of the annoying rich kids got a new car and actually be able to drive this one to school, right?

I thought about it no more, it would only annoy me further if I had to look at what I wanted even more. I stepped out of my car and into a gigantic puddle, soaking my legs up to mid calf.

"Oh for fuck sake" I swore as I slammed the door, locked up manually and headed towards the English building. I looked up into the sky, something was off, there was clouds all over and it was apparently summer. This weather was what drove me to go on holiday to somewhere that only rained once a year, I hated rain. And yet my family were determined to make my small seventeen year old impressionable body live somewhere that rained 320 days out of the year. Ridiculous if you ask me.

English was the same as ever, boring. They were talking about something like Shakespeare, although I sat and looked to the window for inspiration of my latest song.

As English took forever to get out of the way, so did Chemistry, Maths and Computing. The only class I usually looked forward to was my hour of Music at the very end of the day, placed there obviously to torture me.

Even though I didn't know what, I knew something was off today, there was just something I was missing, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Although, perhaps it was going to be one of those ever irritating days which were created to make you feel insecure. I knew there was something different, something that I would never be able to forget.

I walked into the lunch hall, and immediately took my place in the line, I grabbed a can of coke, an orange, an apple and a place of pasta, and as I slid the tray onto the counter to pay for it, my orange slid off the tray and started to fall to the ground. When just at that, a hand flew to catch it, and my eyes were almost forced to look up, and into those bright golden eyes.

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