The day I moved into the Glass House, it started with Monica pissed off badly and ended with a dance.

I was walking along with my books and then Monica came up to me. I bent my foot meaning to tie my shoelace on my Heelys and then she tripped into a pile of dog shit. In history she said that world war 2 was about the Irish and the Chinese over a boatload of woman. I corrected her and she nearly exploded. She stalked me back to my room and grabbed me with her friends, Gina and Jennifer the Monicettes.

"Look freak I don't care if you are smart, shut up because I have been socially embarrassed for the last time. Now your going to have pain, physically and mentally. Girls," she snapped her manicured fake nails and stomped off in her stilettos. The Monicettes pushed me and every step gave me a bruise. I looked awful and I was in a puddle of blood which turned to ink then water and disappeared.

"There's a lot more for me to do bitch." Jennifer shrieked and stomped away with Gina flicking their hair and texting on their Iphones. Bitches. I felt my eyes nearly shut and I saw a boy handing out flyers. He was really handsome, with blonde angelic hair and chocolate eyes with a flyer saying, 'Hi, my name's Shane Collins. I live at the Glass House and we are looking for room applicants. Please apply and book a tour at the number, 0238674939970. See ya there.' and then I blacked out.

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I was in the infirmary with Shane sitting next to me. His hair was sun bleached not natural but it was gorgeous. Then a gain, so was he. Calm down Laura, you're 17 today so calm down.24th March her favourite day of the year, full moon always, not. Yeah I got the presents I wanted , bruises, cuts, my family missing and yet the upside was a cute boy was sitting next to me. A boy. Who is hot. Please be clever. Please be clever. He leaned over me.

"So you're awake, hi my name's Shane, Shane Collins and you are?" he looked at me and I felt weak.

"Laura Spurway, what's your major?" I sat up and he played with his gorgeous hair.

"Um, good question it's Physical and your one?" I sat up straighter. One, what did he mean? He started eating a bowl of what seemed like chocolate sponge cake with a spoon.

I flicked some hairs out of my face, "My majors are," I emphasised majors a bit too much, "Literature, Physics, Chemistry, Maths, Music, Drama, Art, Film studies, Philosophy, Food tech, I.T and History." He looked shocked and dropped what he was eating onto the dusty, cold floor.

"Ok, how old are you? Because you must be an older exchange student who looks younger, maybe 21 because I'm 18?" he gazed at me. Great. Just great.

"No I'm seventeen, today anyway, and I got enrolled in advanced placement because I was too special for the A.N.T programme in New York." He really looked worried now.

"So how did you get hurt?" he looked calmer now.

"Monica Morell and her bitches pushed me from the top floor. Do you know them?" he looked more worried than ever.

"Why did they do it in the first place and are you English or American?" he smiled,a really goofy grin.

"Yes, I am English. Monica did it because I tripped her up by accident so she landed in shit and then I corrected her on how World War two started because she thought it was the Chinese and the Irish over some women." He laughed genuinely laughed.

He sighed after ages of his beautiful voiced laughter, "Wow, that is hilarious."

My time to sigh, "Yeah, not really, if I ever go back to my dorm, she's going to kill me. Or set fire to my dorm and instruments, electronics and books." He looked shocked.

"Instruments? Do you play? My best friend Micheal is a guitarist and pianist. Awesome right? So do you play?" He streched his gorgeous toned arms.

I stood up, "I play Violin, Double Bass, Piano, Guitar, Drums, Trumpet, Trombone, Viola, Fiddle and I sing a little."

He looked dazed, "Anything else you do I should now about so I can tell my roomates and get you into the Glass House?"

I stared and sat next to him, nearly on his lap, "Well, I am good at Gymnastics, I dance a little, read a lot, like hiding and don't look for me at a full moon. Not a good time for me. Oh and I like rooms with nothing in them."

"Okay, I'll get Micheal or Eve on Ebay. You are seeing the house today, you'll be safer." He took my hand and took me out of the infirmary, down the steps and too the lane.

It took a while to get to the Glass House with me hobbling and his arm around my waste, half supporting half pushing. When we go there I just stared at the door in amazement.

It was an oak door with a few pieces of glass in the top of the door. It had a symbol on it and the words 'Founder House No. 6'. But the symbol looked familiar. Oh no, her aunt owned this house. She is the founder. Crap. Amelie is the founder. And I am living in her town. Thats why she told me to be here. Please don't let my godfathers or guardians be here.

"Uh, Laura are you okay?" Shane said and I felt weak again as he played with my hair.

"Yeah, fine." I said as he crossed over the threshold.

Thank you to all of those who have read this story. What do you think? Review.

Extra thanks to:

sobia hussain - For giving a really good idea to the story to change the plot.

Ghost- Singer- For positive feedback and nice thought