Hey Readers,

This is my new story that has been in my head for a while. Yes, I do add a lot of Mary Sue's, sue me, I like it. Here we go to my newest story CHANGE!

My name is Kris Harwood. Well that's one of them. If the Professor knew that I used my real name while writing this he'd probably disown me. I wouldn't say my real name anyway though because then my whole life would go down the pot. I know this start of the story is a bit confusing but I promise you it'll make sense in time. Hang with me. I'm going to take you back about 3 years, to February 13, 2009 to be exact. That was the day it all started.

February 13, 2009 6:30 p.m.

It was a day like any other. Yes I know cliché much. I was in the midst of my junior year being 16. School had gotten out for the weekend and I didn't have anything planned. Well except for my date with Johnny Allerdyce. It was a huge thing for me to be going out with a senior and I was utterly excited. Driving home from school I pondered a few things. Mostly I was thinking about how Friday the thirteenth was seemingly lucky for me so far. Thinking back I realize how naive I truly was.

In the usual girly way I preened until I looked perfect. My gorgeous purple dress brought out the green in my eyes and contrasted nicely with my auburn hair. After one last coat of lip gloss I headed out to talk to my mom and give her the usual 'were we're going, who were going to see' spiel till Johnny showed up. I heard the pounding on the porch steps and waited for my dad to answer the door so I could make my entrance. Making sure that my matching purple shoes were fastened, I headed out of the glass French doors that led to the living room. Being careful not to trip on the step that led down to the room I smiled thinking about how this was going perfectly.

Reaching the door I gave my daddy a kiss on the cheek and headed to meet Johnny. His hair as usual was slicked back and he was flicking his shark lighter nervously. His face was not his usual mask of indifference but looked more like a boy in his position should be. So basically he was totally nervous. I walked up to where he sat on the bench that has always sat on our wraparound porch.

"Hey, Johnny." I whispered, finding the silence to hard to completely destroy. It was just so peaceful, there in the dark.

"Hiya Kris, ready to go?" I nodded and we both stood up and started to walk down the safe streets of Small town, Colorado. The uses of a car in these parts were limited to when you were actually leaving this god forsaken place, something that I dream of regularly. We walked to Main Street and entered the soda fountain that was the only entertainment on a Friday night in the little town of Alberton. (AN real place with no connection to me what so ever, thank goodness for Wiki. I don't know if it even has a Main Street. Doesn't' look like it though. Let me just say, population's 374) I waited outside on yet another bench while he went to buy us some cokes. When he finally came back he was shoving something into his pocket, brushing it off I took the already opened drink and took a swig. He held out his hand to pull me off the bench and started to lead me towards The Hill. I followed him as we made our way to the top of the mound our town almost worshipped. When we finally reached the top of it he sat down patting the ground next to him, his expression not changing the whole time. We just sat there in silence while we finished our drinks. As I drank the last gulp of coke a sudden feeling of warmth filled me, but I brushed it off as my body reacting to such a nerve wracking situation such as this. I saw his face when I put down the empty bottle. It looked almost sad. The rest of the night went past me with such speed that it seemed unnatural, so fast that I could barely remember anything about it. Little did I know that night would change my life.

I suppose that is slightly cliffy. If you haven't placed Johnny yet you will soon. I use the name Kris Harwood a lot. I just like that name. They have absolutely no connection to each other. This is X-men not Camp Rock.

Luv ya for Evolving,

Tally B.