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Note: I do not own any of the characters they belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do own myself and the characters that will become my family. [see below]

I was left to my own devices after the school bus had left the parking lot of Forks High School without me, even my sisters had carpooled without me. I had been here at 'Home of the Spartans' for the past two weeks, moving over from England with my family; Mum who stayed at home to home school Isaac and Jonah my three year old brothers; my dad who was now basing his online business here; my two older brothers Cole and Cody who were Freshmen at college somewhere; Florence, Sienna and Verona my Senior sister here in Forks.

Dad had grown up here but moved to England on his gap year where he met Mum, and as they say 'the rest is history'. It was only a month previously he had told us that we were moving. He had wanted to return to his childhood home NE of Forks, well just outside but not close enough to walk, in the countryside to continue the business from somewhere he loved. As it turns out Granny left him it in her will, luckily for us the house was big enough for us all with room to spare even when my brothers were back home.

Just like my Mother I had a thing for individual pieces and chose to decorate my room; a very rectangular with a bay window on the widest wall looking over the vast garden below, in them; from the black wrought iron bed and chandelier set to the black high gloss units up against the muted 'heather' walls. I had collected things from our holidays around the world such as shells and photos of my family, views of the farm but not my 'friends' it would be too weird.

After a while of being in my head I find a bus stop that would take me home. That's when I notice them standing across the street each identical to the next in a group of about five, many things flash through my head whether to run away or stay whether they're a gang, thugs or a cult of some sort as each so them were so similar; same build, same cropped dark hair, same painted expression plastered on their faces. But there were differences I noted; a guy that was more bulky and muscular, taller and leader-ish than the rest. He was flanked by a smaller younger looking kid to his left and a guy who was just as old as the kid, maybe slightly older; he was taller, leaner, could get called a beanpole, behind the leader was a guy just as tall but more square, to his left and right more childish looking guys. Despite their formality, their eyes gave them away, each one of them telling a different story. One pair in particular them watches every move I make; the guy to the right of the leader, the beanpole; I look up and catch his eye then look away, the butterflies in my stomach giving my game away. It was at that point the bus came, all the way home I thought of nothing but him, the way we connected and the butterflies he gave me.

Lying on my bed I can't help but think back...

Leaving England was a relief; the situation that I had left wasn't a nice one. Bitchy so called friends, a certain boyfriend going AWOL then coming up with lame excuses; luckily for me they were all ex and I wouldn't want another one just yet. Breaking up with Luke was hard; it was him and me against the world for the past four years.

Ever since I was a kid I've been the loner; I spent my time on my grandpa's farm, helping out with all the animals. The horses, cows and sheep were my friends; they listened and never bitched back.

It was high school that I met Luke; I was running away out of the school gates, tears streaming down my face after another showdown with the popular crowd. I literally ran into him; he was on his way back into school after skiving off a maths lesson. Somehow he took pity on me and ended up skiving his next lesson just trying to get me to stop crying and babbling my apologies.

He's not a typical bad boy type; no black, no leather, no studs ect just slightly baggy jeans, comfy hoodies and a flippy brown fringe that hangs over the right side of his face, covering these amazing cheekbones and deep entrancing turquoise eyes that encapture you and make you feel dizzy.

I miss Luke so much; he was my best friend too. At school he had a rep to protect; he'd bunk off school [and do his work at home with no interruptions.] Catch him out of school with me and he's completely different person; we'd lark about on the farm and take the horses on long rides. Three and a half perfect years together. He graduated at Easter this past year and was always out and about, since then I only got to see him a few times a week. He was becoming more distant as the months went by; it was only before I moved over here I found out the truth.

He was distancing himself from us all because his mum and dad were going through an easy divorce; he was torn between them and ended up choosing his dad, who was moving to Italy. His mum had started dating Max; his nineteen year old failed a year best mate. Neve had Luke at sixteen which only makes her thirty four dating a nineteen year old. Kinda majorly gross.

So yeah; our breakup was hard, me going across continents didn't help him. He no longer talks to any of us except his dad and the people in his new life.

I miss him. I miss what we had.

I need to stop thinking about him; about our past, but then you have the beanpole; the incredibly cute dork that gave me butterflies at first sight. It was weird, it was the first time I had seen him and it was such an amazing feeling; I really should stop thinking about his deep chocolaty eyes, tanned skin and cute smile. But I seriously don't need a guy right now, but I wouldn't mind getting to know him better and maybe the area too.

Ok so here's the first of many chapters. The story will start to take off soon, promise.

Any reviews, comments ect are welcome. =]

Much love, Lorna. =]