So I think in the last chapter I said they would be staying in their home but I couldn't figure out where that was or how to work it. Plus I've never lived in California (which I think they still are) so I decided that Mr. Forkle moved them to Connecticut so they would be far away from memory triggers. Sorry about that.

Special shout out to for being my very first fav. story. You are one awesome person. (:

Saraoh781: Thank you! Here's the update

ForeverFreeFall: OH MY GOODNESS THAT WORD IS AWESOME I LOVE FAKE WORDS! Like Fantabulous and pinkurple and and the best fake word ever created: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

: Thank you! And Yes I will. It may be a couple of chapters from now but when they find Sophie it will switch POVs.

Sophie POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP. Sophie groaned. Her alarm had been going off for so long it was starting to sound like it was yelling at her. Get your lazy butt out of bed. BEEP. You have a life today. BEEP. The problem was her alarm was on the other side of her room. She had done that specifically so she would not sleep through turning off her alarm. But she had found a flaw. Through her sleep ridden eyes, the floor strongly resembled a bed. (AN: This is what I do every school day morning. Once I fell out of bed and went back to sleep on the ground with my alarm blaring at 5 a.m.) So she reasoned that if she was just going to fall back asleep in a less comfortable place, she might as well stay in bed.

It was a good plan. That is, until her pesky little sister barged in. Light from the house of the living flooded in and Sophie buried her head under her blankets. "DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG YOUR ALARM HAS BEEN GOING OFF?" She ripped off Sophie's blankets. "TWELVE MINUTES! TWELEVE FREAKING MINUTES! IT WOKE ME UP HALF AN HOUR BEFORE I NEEDED TO BE UP!"

Sophie responded by curling tightly into a ball trying to preserve her warmth. "Givememblnket."

"You get them back tonight. After you are so miserable that you feel my pain!"

She stormed out and Sophie threw her pillow, hitting her ten year old sister on the head. "Parasite!"

"Troll!"

"Ugh! Gremlin!"

"There the same thing! And what kind of insult is gremlin?" She sneered.

"A perfect one to describe you!" Her sister stormed out screaming. Sophie went to lie back down only to find she had thrown her pillow across the room. With a huff she rolled out of bed. After crawling across her floor she turned off her alarm and trudged out to get ready for the day.

The house was two stories tall. Both the girl's bedrooms and bathrooms were upstairs with a living room area between. The area they called their girl cave was all sky blue walls with large flowers their mom had painted along with a dark purple accent wall that housed the bay window seat. The entire room consisted of white shag rugs, giant bean bags, couches, and enough throw pillows to make a bed while watching their TV. Downstairs was the master room and the rest of the house. But that was not was not what made this house special. No, what made it more beautiful than any other house she had lived in was the location.

The neighbor hood they lived in was literally built onto a mountain. There were levels. The first few houses on the regular level then you drove up a hill to the next level. Their house was at the top with four acres of fenced yard. Surrounding their neighborhood was a large forested area and a reservoir. It was perfect. (AN: I actually just described the place I lived when I lived in New York.)

After she had showered Sophie stood in her robe trying to decide what to wear for her second first day as a high school Senior. Though she was a senior the last year, so much had happened, the wildfires, her injury, and the move that they had decided to have her retake her senior year in Connecticut. Finally she decided on a white long sleeved sweater and dark boot cut jeans with her cowboy boots. She put her hair up into a messy bun and put on a light brown leather jacket and, after making sure her scars weren't showing, went down stairs for breakfast.

As she entered the kitchen she smelled the delicious aroma of pancakes and bacon. "Oh my goodness fooooooood." As she reached out for what she intended to be a handful of bacony goodness her mom handed Sophie her book bag instead.

"Eat on your way to school, it's a long walk and if you don't leave now you'll be late."

She groaned, "Do I have to walk?"

"Yes, sweetheart. Your father has work and I need to bring your sister to her school out in town. It's only a little while. You remember where it is right?"

"Yes, Mom. Just walk down the mountain, to the creek, over the mini bridge and follow the path. Its not hard." Her mom looked like she wanted to follow her there but settled for a peck on her cheek saying to be careful and have a good first day.

"Conner say goodbye to your daughter!" From upstairs Sophie hear he dad shout for his little Soybean to have a good day.

"Bye Mom. Love you." She shoved a pancake and bacon into her mouth and walked out the house into the crisp august air.

….

Outside the grass was all coated in morning dew, making it look like a light snow had fallen over night. While walking down the steep hill, although it was paved, Sophie still began to regret her choice in shoes. It was not now she was worried about but the walk back home that she dreaded.

By the time she was at the bottom of the mountain it was 7 30. She had 20 minutes to get to class. The Sun was still rising leaving it a shade of pink that not even Sophie's blush would reach, mixed with an orange more orange than rainbow sherbet orange. These sunrise colors sure did know how to color. It was all made more beautiful by its brilliant colors reflecting on the perfectly still pond. (AN: just so you know this is not the reservoir that is on the other side of the mountain this is just a small pond)

"Enchanting isn't it?" Sophie spun around to see a high school age boy leaning on the other side of the bridge.

After calming down from her original surprise she found her heart was racing for an entirely different reason. "It is. Where I used to live everything was flat and hot. The horizon was buildings not mountains." He smiled at her, a dazzling smile.

"Lucas Shuster. But my friends call my Luc."

"Sophie Freeman. My friends all call me Sophie." She looked at him then, really looked. He was quite taller than her, probably just less than 6 ft. He had wavy, dark brown hair that fell a little past his ears so he had to push it out of his eyes. He worked out she could tell, but he wasn't too large, he was lean and toned, with an olive skin tone.

"It must be different here then. A good change I hope?" She looked at him and for a moment, when she looked into his sea green eye an image of a different boy's teal eye's and movie star smile flashed in her mind but just as soon it was gone. Strange.

"Yeah. I'm on my way to the high school. You too I presume?" they started to walk down the path together.

"Sophomore year. Only three more in this hell hole. Freshman?" She shook her head.

"Actually I'm a senior." He stopped his eyes wide.

"Wait. How old are you?"

"Thirteen. I skipped a few years." She blushed as Luc's laughed

"Incredible." He gave he a puzzled smile and they finished their walk in a silence not uncomfortable, but peaceful. Before long they were at the school.

"Well I guess this is it miss senior. Until lunch, where we will inevitably end up sitting together, I bid you farewell." He bowed dramatically while Sophie giggles at his antics.

"See you then." As she walked to her first class, she couldn't help but think this wouldn't be so bad.

…..

After school Sophie said bye to Luc and went to the bookstore down the street from the school. All day she had the feeling she was being watched but every time she checked she saw nothing so she had decided to go somewhere she knew she would feel at peace.

Once she had gotten inside she immediately felt at ease. She put her bag down and began to browse looking for a good book. "Hi excuse me?" Sophie turned and saw a tall man, the most attractive man his age she had seen, kind eyes that reminded Sophie of the boy she had seen flash in her mind earlier. "Sorry it's just, I have a daughter your age and I can't figure out what book to get her. Any recommendations?" The way he spoke, carefully and slightly pained, as if he had to be careful of how he spoke to her was strange but he seemed too nice to have ulterior motives.

"Sure. I mean, I've read so many. An entire wall in my room is just bookshelves. What is she interested in?"

He ran his hand through his hair. A nervous habit? "Well she does love romance." He smirked. "Any fantasy, elves, that sort of thing seems to interest her."

"Oh I know just the thing! The tryelle series by Amada Hocking! They are amazing. Oh or the Fault in our Stars by John Green. It's not fantasy but it is so tragically romantic and I just adore the way he writes. You know how people just have a tone to their writing? Or anything from Rick Riordan. Or Hush Hush. (These are all real books and they are amazing. Credit to the authors.) She had been handing him all the books so he now hand a stack. But she needed to add one more. "I know! The perfect book for her! It is so romantic and the author is perfect and-oh- the fantasy plot is so-here." She handed him Let The Sky Fall by Shannon Messenger. (AN: eheheheheh)

Sophie saw how excited she has gotten and blushed. "Sorry. I got carried away."

But he just smiled. "No need to worry. Thank you. I am sure she will love these. Good bye Sop-sometime you may want to look into the Lord of the Rings." He smiled to himself, "I hear the take on elves is quite interesting." She wave goodbye. For a moment she swore he was going to say her name, but that's crazy. She never introduced herself.

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Alden POV

He sat down with a heavy sigh, a bag of human books next to him. He had been telling the truth. Sophie really didn't remember. And worse, he had been telling the truth about her scars. While Sophie had been pickup a book her sleeve fell just enough for him to see it peaking out. She had gotten them after he had pronounced her dead. He ran a hand through him hair when Fitz walked in looking terrible.

"Dad, I need to talk to you." His sounded like he had been crying and from his bloodshot eye it looked like he had.

"Come in." He kicked the bag under his desk.

"Something doesn't add up." He sat down across from his father looking frazzled. "Why would Dex come back, why would he be okay and not Sophie? I mean he only said she was dead at the word of a faceless man. She could be hurt right now and we wouldn't know. Keefe and I were talking and we were wrong about it before how do we know-"

"Stop. Sophie is gone. I want you to stop investigating this right now. Understand?"

But-"

"Understand?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"I'm sorry Fitz. I-there's no need to worry. Alright?"

""Yeah, whatever." He couldn't blame Fitz for not believing him. He didn't either.