Storms, storms, storms. It seems that storms are the only weather here in Newville, Oregon. Alicia Mason had only been here for three days, and she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep ever since she left New York.
Maybe it was a sign that she didn't belong here. But she knew it was either staying with her Aunt Lucy and Uncle Jerry or boarding school. The choice was hard, because she never really knew Lucy and Jerry. All she knew is that they had an eleven-year-old son, Carter, Jerry worked in some office, and Lucy was a nurse.
But boarding school... She wouldn't know anyone, plus it was very far away from her home-so far she didn't even know or remember where- with no chances of visiting except on holidays. At Lucy and Jerry's her parents could visit anytime they were on business and on holidays.
You see, her parents, Casper and Delilah Mason, were big-shot bosses of rival companies and did a bunch of business trips around the country. They were having relationship troubles and all Alicia did was get in the way. So their solution was to dump her on Dad's brothery, Jerry.
But it couldn't be all bad, could it? I mean, a fresh start, not having any expatations to live up to like in New York? Totally awesome! At her old hoity-toity school, every girl was expected to be perfect. With white teeth, make up, and perfect, shiny hair. You also had to have the perfect, party charisma and politeness. Now she could do sports! Date and not have some guy constantly trying to get in your pants- oops, I mean skirt, stupid uniforms.
Things weren't so bad, once you look at them the right way. Who knows? Maybe this was the best thing that would ever happen to her, just disugised as her parents ugly divorce and her being shipped away?
Oh, no... seeing why it was a bad thing again. Why did her parents have to split now, just before her freshman year? WHY???!!!! They'd tortured her enough with the fancy parties, stuck-up school, and setting her up with rich friends sons. I mean, really? What kind of parent sets up their own fourteen-year-old daughter on dates? Isn't it their job to make sure I don't date or something protective like that?
Alicia rolled her eyes and laid down on her bed. She survied her new room. It wasn't too bad, yet not so good. The soothing blue of the paint made her eyelids heavy. As she pulled the covers up to her chin, she swore she saw two blood red eyes looking throu
Maybe it was a sign that she didn't belong here. But she knew it was either staying with her Aunt Lucy and Uncle Jerry or boarding school. The choice was hard, because she never really knew Lucy and Jerry. All she knew is that they had an eleven-year-old son, Carter, Jerry worked in some office, and Lucy was a nurse.
But boarding school... She wouldn't know anyone, plus it was very far away from her home-so far she didn't even know or remember where- with no chances of visiting except on holidays. At Lucy and Jerry's her parents could visit anytime they were on business and on holidays.
You see, her parents, Casper and Delilah Mason, were big-shot bosses of rival companies and did a bunch of business trips around the country. They were having relationship troubles and all Alicia did was get in the way. So their solution was to dump her on Dad's brothery, Jerry.
But it couldn't be all bad, could it? I mean, a fresh start, not having any expatations to live up to like in New York? Totally awesome! At her old hoity-toity school, every girl was expected to be perfect. With white teeth, make up, and perfect, shiny hair. You also had to have the perfect, party charisma and politeness. Now she could do sports! Date and not have some guy constantly trying to get in your pants- oops, I mean skirt, stupid uniforms.
Things weren't so bad, once you look at them the right way. Who knows? Maybe this was the best thing that would ever happen to her, just disugised as her parents ugly divorce and her being shipped away?
Oh, no... seeing why it was a bad thing again. Why did her parents have to split now, just before her freshman year? WHY???!!!! They'd tortured her enough with the fancy parties, stuck-up school, and setting her up with rich friends sons. I mean, really? What kind of parent sets up their own fourteen-year-old daughter on dates? Isn't it their job to make sure I don't date or something protective like that?
Alicia rolled her eyes and laid down on her bed. She survied her new room. It wasn't too bad, yet not so good. The soothing blue of the paint made her eyelids heavy. As she pulled the covers up to her chin, she swore she saw two blood red eyes looking throu
