A/n: Disclaimer I do not own the clique. Some themes are inspired by Lock and Key by Sara Dessen however it will be different.

Another story? I know I have to finish my other ones first but this just came to my head and I am going with it.

Peace, love, and Halo.

I look out my new patio in my new house in my new town. I've grown used to always moving. I've built a defense mechanism. If I do not get attached then there is no possible way I can hurt when I move again. I've been the new girl so many times that it feels like that is my actual name.

"What stupid town are we in now?" I asked as she came out and joined me on the patio. She stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders.

"Fairview, Tennessee." She said staring out at the pasture.

"How long are we going to be here for?" I asked very well knowing that it is only a short time until we move again to another town/state.

"It will be a month at the maximum."

I really hate that she cannot understand how much I hate always moving. I mean honestly why should I even go to a public school when I'll leave in a month? There is never time for making friends. That is why I chose to be a loner.

"Are we ever going to settle permanently somewhere, mom?"

"Why do you want to settle when you can roam the land so freely? We are gypsies and you know that, Massie." My mother, Kendra Block said. I just wish that she would understand that I hate roaming around so freely without having anything tie me down.

"We are not gypsies because they do not buy homes they live in tents and they have meaningless sex." I said wittily and my mom just shook her head.

"You are going to like it here," my mom said then she kissed the top of my head. "All you need is a better attitude, honey."

"I guess I'll start working on my southern accent then."

"Much better now go and unpack your things."

I did as she told me but I only unpack my clothes everything else I keep in a box because when we move again it is a lot faster to pack everything up and hit the road.

3 months later:

My mom said we would be here a month tops, but as I predicted she broke her promise all because she was offered a job that she just couldn't refuse. She took a job in advertising. It pays a lot of my money but I'd pay for anything to get out of the south away from the humidity and poufy hair. Unfortunately that means I'm stuck here permanently. Now I have to finish school with all the people who truly believe that I am conceited and stuck up.

"You must be the new girl" said this blonde hair blue eyed girl in my physics class.

"I'm Taylor and you are?" she introduced herself but I am not one for introductions or friendships.

"You know for being the new girl you don't say much." Taylor stated and I just rolled my eyes I mean what does she expect me to say that I want to be her best friend? Yeah right, I'm not that desperate for companionship.

"Taylor, she is not worth your breathe because she is a conceited little nobody who thinks she is better than everyone else." Another girl said to Taylor. This girl should be the one talking because she has fake hair, fake boobs, and a fake tan. Why the hell would you go fake bake down in the South?

"Coming from you I take that as a compliment" I said to my own surprise and everyone laughed right along with me.

School is definitely going to suck now knowing that I am stuck here. This is my mother's entire fault. Speaking of my mother I haven't seen her in three days now. This is unusual for my mother. Normally she checks in every night and now she is now where in sight.

Knock, knock!

I sprint to open the door hoping that it is my mother and she just lost her key. Before I open the door I peak out of the window to see two policemen standing outside my house. Even though I know that I am not in trouble for I have done nothing wrong. I run out of the back door into the pasture far away from my house and the cops.

Something is horribly wrong because my mother is missing and the cops are knocking on my door. Maybe she was murder and they believe that I am the killer. I have to stay out of sight or else they will bring me down to the police station and start integrating me. I hide in the woods not the safest place in the world but it will do for now.

Two days have passed since the almost run in with the police. I am starving and starting to get very dehydrated so I make my back to the house. When I reach it I see that no one is there and that the police no longer stand guard.

I enter through the same door that I exited and begin to search the cabinets for any food. I make myself a turkey sandwich with corn, strawberries, and a cold glass of water. I need nutrition in my body. After I am done with lunch I head into my bedroom. Still no sign of my mother but I do spot the key to the front door lying on my desk.

I turn it in my hands wondering what I am going to do with it since I obviously cannot stay here. I find a bare sliver chain and I slide my Skelton key on it and put it on. I hear a car pulling up on the loose gravel and a second later the front door opens.

"There you are, I have been worried sick about you." A familiar voice said directly behind me. I recognize the voice it is one that I will never forget but it does not belong to my mother's.

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly not bothering to turn around.

"I'm here to take care of you because mom has gotten arrested and she won't be coming out any time soon."

"I would rather live on the streets than with you." I said as I turned around to face her. Her bright blue eyes smile politely at me, her curly golden brown hair trickles down past her breasts, and her smile is small but pleasant. She is exactly the same since the last time I saw her.

"You're a minor, you don't have any say in the matter." She said.

"Is that so? I have three words to say to you."

"And they are?"

"I hate you." I sneered.

"Hate me all you want but I'm your temporary legal guardian so get in the car," she said as she stepped out of my way to let me through. "We are leaving" and with that said we walked out of the house into her car and caught a flight to New York.

I think something is wrong with me because temporary seems to be the only thing I get from people. My dad was temporary then he vanished. My mom was temporary and now she is in jail. And the girl who I hate the most is now my temporary legal guardian.

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