Disclaimer: I do not own anything...and I certainly do not own Hayden Christensen...I do own a rather attractive poster of him ;P

A/n(must read!): ok, this is my first "Life as a House" fic, I saw the movie the other day (I hadn't seen it before) and I loved it...I think Hayden did a great job! Ok, I wanna say some things before we begin...

First: english isn't my first language...there might be a few (well...maybe a lot) of spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes...but I'll do my very best 

Secondly: I didn't like Alyssa that much...I mean I didn't hate her...but I'm not particularly fond of her either...so...there might be some Alyssa bashing...or perhaps no...but beware anyhow.

And thirdly...enjoy the story, please review and please don't be too hard on me...pleeease!

Chapter one, a change in the tide.

Angelina Kingsley sat on the black back seat of a vintage and shiny black car. The driver, being Mr. Blum and the executor of her parent's estate, had made a few attempts to start a proper conversation to which Angelina only responded with hmmm's or a careless fine. She looked outside the window, the day was grey and from how the clouds looked she could guess it was about to rain, she hated rain, though in that moment she would have given anything for a few drops to match her mood. She sighed as she buried herself in the seat.

"I hate to see you like this Angie," Mr. Blum said. He mumbled something and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I mean, I know it's hard dear, but life goes on...it has to. You can't bury yourself! You're young and have the whole of your life ahead of you...and it's not like you had another choice, right?"

Rummaging through her jacket's pocket she took out a cigarette and her trusty old lighter. "What do you mean?" she asked while placing the cigar in her mouth and lightening it.

"Well...you have to live, I mean you won't die..."

"At least not naturally, huh?" Angelina interrupted.

"Right." Mr. Blum was certainly uncomfortable, he had never been to close to this girl, it was true although that he had known her since birth and it was true as well that he had met her parents, they were great friends! But with Angelina...it was different he was never too fond of teenagers...silly teenagers he had thought and Angelina was impulsive and aggressive and troublesome, he preferred to leave her alone, after all, she didn't like him either. Suddenly he felt a the smell of smoke and realised it was the girl. "Oh, no, please not in the car!"

"Fine..." she said and opened the window throwing the cigar out (a/n: never do that! it's contaminating the environment!). "Whatever," she added.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Angelina struggled not to fall asleep, though eventually drowsiness overtook her. She was woken up though by Mr. Blum , after what seemed to her five minutes, she opened her eyes with some difficulty and try to make sense of what Mr. Blum was saying. The car's door was open and Mr. Blum was shaking her now.

"Angelina," he said. "Angelina, wake up."

Still she couldn't make out what he was saying. Then she saw the face of a woman. She was blonde and had green eyes (or were they blue?).

"Angelina," Mr. Blum repeated. "Can you hear me?"

"Uh?" That was all she could managed to get out. What was wrong with her? why was she so tired?

"This is Mrs. Kimball...um, Peter Kimball's spouse? Do you remember them?" he asked, stressing every single word as to make sure Angelina understood them.

"Sure," she breathed, her eyes closing subconsciously.

"Angelina!" Mr. Blum shook her again, this time grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the car.

"Hey! Ok, ok...I'm awake," she hollered, then in silent whisper she added, "miserable fuck."

Mr. Blum went round the car and opened the trunk taking various suitcases , putting them by the car in the sidewalk. "Well, I guess this is it," he said. "I hope she behaves properly." He gave a significant look at Angelina, who scolded back. "Oh I almost forgot," he took a simple white envelope from his pocket. "Mr. And Mrs. Kingsley left this for you...and your husband. Do you need help with those?" he asked pointing the suitcases.

"No, it's fine, Mr. Blum, I'll ask Sam to help..."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Robin nodded. "Yes, thank you Mr. Blum, good bye, I hope to see you soon."

"Yes, I'll see you in three months, and you too Angelina," he announced. "If you need anything you can call me...um, well good bye." And with a soft and distant pat on her shoulder Mr. Blum got inside the car and left, the only person she could call familiar now was gone.

"So," Robin said, "you're Angelina."

'Jesus Christ! This woman is a genius..' Angelina thought.

"I'm Robin, glad to meet you." She smiled and offered Angelina her hand. Reluctantly Angelina took it and shook it with no enthusiasm. "We should get these inside...SAAAAAM!"

Just a few minutes later a boy with black hair and clear eyes came out of the house. He stood beside his mother and smiled at Angelina. "Hi, I'm Sam" he introduced himself.

Angelina smiled weakly and mouthed a small hi. Robin placed her arm around Angelina's shoulders and shook her softly. "Come on! Raise the spirits up! Come on, what's up?"

"I'm tired," Angelina explained.

Robin looked at her tenderly and gave her shoulders a little squeeze. "Everything's gonna be all right now, you'll see," she assured. "Now we have to get this into the house, come on.."

Sam took three or four of the suitcases while Robin and Angelina took the ones left which were four. The three of them walked into the house. Once she was inside, Angelina couldn't help but feel impressed: the house was gorgeous! Apparently Mr. Kimball had a high paying job to afford a house like this.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Sam commented. "And there is a swimming pool too, I mean, not in the inside but...you know."

"Sure," Angelina sighed. All this seemed so alien to her. Her house was as beautiful as this one, and as expensive too...but in the house of Mr. And Mrs. Kimball she felt empty...well, more empty than she had felt before. She missed them, her parents, they were gone forever, and she was sad, and she was angry, and she felt a thousand emotions at the same time...and she wished, she wished she could die.

"Let's take this upstairs," Sam's voice woke her up from her musings. They walked up the stairs and through the corridor where the bedrooms were located. "That one at the end, is my mum's and Peter's bedroom," he indicated to the right of the stairs where there was only one door. At the other side, to his left there were four rooms. "This one is Ryan' and Adam's room," he said indicating the first door. "This one's mine." The second door. "And this one's yours." He smiled and opened the third door, revealing a simple room, though quite big with a bed and a bedside table made of a very light coloured wood with a lamp on it. The walls were cream coloured and the curtains and the bedspread were light blue. Sam placed the suitcases in the bed and plopped himself on it. Angelina felt slightly annoyed by his presence. She cleared her throat feeling awkward and walked towards the wide window, pretending to be very interesting in the scenery: the dark street and the houses in the other side.

Sam propped himself on his shoulders and looked at her. "So, how are you?"

"Fine," she mumbled.

"What's your name? Sorry I didn't catch it.."

"Angelina."

"Cool, that's a pretty name...like the actress..." Sam slapped himself mentally after saying this... 'ok...that was a stupid thing to say,' he thought.

"Yeah, whatever..." She grumbled.

"Um, how should I call you? Angie?" he asked unsure if it was right to be so friendly with this peculiar girl.

"Angelina will do," she indicated.

"Do you want me to help you unpack?" he offered.

Angelina turned to look at him with empty eyes. She sighed. "No thanks."

Sam sighed and chuckled softly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Fuck," hissed Angelina. "What do you want Sam? Hm? Really, tell me...cause if you are here cause your mother told you to be all nice and welcoming please leave, I don't need your or anybody's pity, ok? If you think you need to be here with me you are wrong. I don't need you here."

Sam was speechless. "Um...I'm gonna leave...dinner should be ready soon, see you then." he left and softly closed the door behind him.

Angelina cursed under her breath and sat on the bed. She opened her backpack and rummaged through it till she found what she was looking: anti depressives. She took one and stuffed it in her mouth swallowing it with some difficulty. She placed the suitcases on the floor and lied down on the bed. She curled up and closed her eyes.

A/n: wheee! That's chapter one...I know Angelina seems a bitch...poor Sam. But do not fear, dear readers...for she's not a bitch! You'll se...just give this a chance please? I'll probably update next chappie tomorrow! Cause I'm inspired...and there'll be more action, I promise. Oh, I chose Angelina cause it meant little angel...which has it's purpose...you'll see. Please review and be nice! Press the pretty button!