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Love Never Dies - Chapter 1:
Logan Mitchell and Camille Roberts were in love. Everyone said how right they were for each other and cute it was when Logan had asked her out over a three-course, candle-lit dinner two years ago. They had broken the schools "longest relationship" record and were still going strong.
Logan and Camille had met at a school netball game. Camille was playing centre and Logan, who had been dragged along by his friends to check-out the cheerleaders, was sat in the stands. The moment Logan spotted Camille's long wavy hair, was the moment he knew he had to get her number. The whole game he watched as she dodged and curved around the members of the opposing team, making 5 baskets, creating a win for the school. She was differently a star player, and Logan knew he had little chance with her, but he thought it was worth a shot. So at the end of the game, he plucked up his courage and made his way down the stands to talk to her.
At first Camille was a little taken back as Logan stood nervously at the sidelines, calling her over. She had noticed his continuous staring throughout the whole game, but soon realised she enjoyed it. His dark messy hair and sweet chocolate eyes definitely drew her in. The moment he started talking, congratulating her on her performance, she knew Logan had to be special.
The two hit it off immediately, hanging out at each other's houses, skating around the local park, Logan helping Camille with her homework. Everything was perfect, especially when Logan finally found the courage to ask her out 2 months later.
Logan and Camille had just celebrated their 2 year anniversary and they couldn't have been happier. They knew nothing could destroy this relationship, or so they thought. That was until Logan arrived home one Thursday afternoon to find cardboard boxes stacked high all around the house and a moving van parked in his driveway.
Logan's POV:
I entered the house slowly. Well at least I thought it was my house, it was hard to tell through the towers of boxes and piles of bin bags that littered the hallway.
"Mom, what's going on?" I called, trying to find my way through the maze that a few hours ago had been the living room. I found my mom checking over a clipboard, counting the boxes piled high in front of her. She looked up and spotted me standing in the middle of the room, looking confused.
"Oh Logan, you're home. There's something your dad and I have to tell you." She sighed and called for dad, who immediately arrived by her side. My parents both looked down, guilty looks filling their faces.
"Logan, I know this may be hard for you to hear," dad started. I knew this wasn't going to be good, so I chose to focus my attention on the floor, finding a speck of dirt that looked mildly interesting. "Logan, I've been given a promotion at work."
I looked up, excitement filling my insides. "Congratulations dad!" I cried, confused at what all the fuss was about. I mean a promotion was good, right?
My dad threw me another guilty look and then glanced anxiously over to my mom, hoping she would take over.
"Sweetie, the job your dad has been offered is in Minnesota, and he's decided to take it. We leave Texas first thing after school tomorrow. I'm sorry, honey." She said, trying to make it as blunt as possible.
To say I was in shock was an understatement. I had not woken up this morning thinking that tonight would be my last night in this house, the house that I had grown up in. Or that tomorrow would be my last chance to see my amazing friends and the best girlfriend I could possibly imagine. She was, and always will be, my first love, and now it was all over.
I couldn't take it anymore. Picking up my school bag, which I had left on the hallway stairs like I did every night after school, I ran up to my room, locked the door and threw myself face down on my bed. I felt hot tears fall down my face and landing on my pillow. I closed my eyes and thought back to all the memories I had in Texas. It had been my home since birth and I felt like I didn't belong anywhere else, especially in stupid Minnesota. Moving house meant starting a completely new life. I would have to start a new school and make new friends, things that were difficult for me. I was a very shy person who cared very much about my education, hoping someday to become a doctor. I tended to find people usually dug my personality or really hated me for it; most people chose the latter though. I was never a very popular kid, was never invited to any massive house parties like my friends, I never caught the eye of any flashy girls, never tried hurting anyone on purpose, but to be honest, I preferred it this way. I enjoyed having a close circle of friends I knew I could trust, friends that I knew I could count on and a girlfriend who adored me, just as much as I adored her. And now all of this was ruined, I would be moving to Minnesota and leaving Texas and all of that behind.
Tomorrow would be a horrible day. The worst part of moving would be saying goodbye to my friends, and particularly Camille. I felt myself drift off into a deep, peaceful sleep, dreading the events that tomorrow would bring.
