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Chapter 1

Daisy's POV

The plane is getting ready to leave. I got the seat furthest away from my Dad and my sister, Charlotte, as possible. Charlotte is 11 and has dark brown straight always knotted hair, deep brown eyes, freckles and big full lips. She isn't exactly chubby but just has 'puppy fat' or is big boned, as my mum used to say. I have nothing against her but she could be the most annoying person alive sometimes but she could have the kindest heart ever.

My Dad is 44 about 5ft 11 inches. Light brown hair spotted with gray bits. Green/Brown eyes, thin lips stretched wide when he smiles. My Dad can be funny but most of the time, a pain in the butt.

When the seat belt sign went off I all but ran to the toilet just to get away from the big fat man that was snoring next to me. When I got there, I looked in the small square mirror on the wall and tied up my hair, I then looked at my face, I had dark green eyes, a small nose, and lips that fit well with my face. Dark brown hair and a side fringe covering my right eye. Medium length hair with lots of short layers. I was about 5ft 2 inches with a faded tan from my holiday to Spain a couple of months ago, I wouldn't call myself curvy but I had big enough boobs for my body. Some one knocked on the door "Just a sec" I said while flushing the chain. I unlocked and opened the door to find my 'Nan standing there waiting to use the bathroom. I groaned and shoved past her. "Daisy wait"

I spun around to face her "What?" I said with as much bitterness I could use.

"Don't you think we need to talk sweetheart?" God I hated her being all nice.

"Why do we need to talk, after you so rudely killed me mother?" Ha that should shut her up.

"Oh never mind, Daddy wants to speak to you." Great so now she is treating me like a four year old. I walked over to my Dad, he had ear phones in listening to the movie that was on. "Dad" He looked around and took the ear phones out." "She said you wanted to speak to me." He looked at me then started to say something.

"Nan want-"There she go's again wanting something. Great now he's 'goanna ask me to start being nice to her and stop holding a grudge.

"Well maybe I don't 'want to do anything for her. Maybe I'm sick of her always wanting something. It's bad enough that we are moving to a different country, she is also moving into the same house as us. God don't you get that I don't like her, and I never will again, ever!" And with that I stormed off to my seat next to fat sleeping man.

When the plane landed and my ears had finely calmed down I went to get my little suitcase with the little personal belonging I had. My broken family finely remembered my existence and walked up to me as I was just about to buy a cookie from star bucks at the airport in Seattle and then after we stopped there we boarded a small plane to Port Angles where we picked up our new car, it was a Toyota SUV RAV4 in black. I have to admit it was a nice car. My Dad helped my Nan in the back seat as I called the passenger seat. The ride to 

our new almost constantly rainy home in La Push Washington. My Dad thought it would be a good idea to live with a tribe that dates back to the Ice Age.

So we arrived at our new house and I walked up the stairs and into the first room to the left. It wasn't big but it was better than my small room in London. It had a bog window, so lots of light for me to draw and paint. Nice, I found my room. Our stuff from our house in England was coming later today, So I guess I will have a shower and get changed into the clothes I packed in my suitcase. It was about 1 o'clock in England so I will ring Freya and then go out to explore my new village. I dialled her number on my mobile and screamed down the phone when she picked up. "OH MY GOD" she yelled down the phone at the same time as me. "I have already miss you, what are we going to do."

"I no babe, god we will have to be on the phone like every second of the day." I love Freya so much I can't wait till summer holidays to go and see her.

"Only if you want to pay my phone bill, it's almost a dollar a minute, so I will have to go like now." I hate saying bye, it was hard enough at school on my last day there.

"Oh fine, ring me on your first day of school okay?" Of course I would, I couldn't handle it on my own.

"Yes fine. Love you lots, be safe and I will talk soon."

"Love you too babe. Talk soon." I hung up and made my way outside. Crap, it's raining. I ran back inside and grabbed my coat from my suitcase. The street was bare, so I turned the corner, this street had a couple of cars parked down it. There was a shop at the end so I walked in and stood in front of the chocolate stand. I just stood there looking. I finally figured out what was missing. They didn't sell Mars bars, how can they not sell Mars Bars. I picked up a Kit Kat and took it to the counter, paid for it and left. How was I going to survive with no Mars bars.

I got home at about half nine. My bed has finally arrived and I went up to my new room to see my dad crying and sitting on the edge of my bed. I went over to him "What's up Dad?" He kept his head in his hand and started talking, but I couldn't understand him. He lifted his head up.

"Your mum would love it here." After that he walked out. I went to bed at about 11 o'clock trying to think about what will happen on my first day at school tomorrow. I fell into an agitated dream about my mums death.

My mum walked through the door of my Nan's house with the key she gave her a few weeks back. My Nan turned towards her and started shouting at my mum about how she wasn't good enough for her little boy, she shouted right back at her until she saw the glint of a shiny knife in my Nan's hand. I walked out the bathroom the moment my mum screamed for help, and my Nan pushed the knife into my mums chest. That was the day my world ended.


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