Chapter 1

Aili...honey" my grandmother said softly holding my hand.

I looked at her soft brown eyes, she was such a kind hearted person. It was too bad my father didn't inherit that kindness "Grandma I really don't want to go to that school. We didn't have to move...just because he wants to run away from everything that had to do with my mother!" I breathed out harshly.

I was so angry, my mother had just passed away and my father decided it was a great idea to move. I call that running away and that wasn't fair on me. I had a life in Roundstone County, Ireland was my home. It was 'our' home, there was absolutely no logical reason for us to move to the USA. It just didn't make any logical sense.

"I know it hurts my sweet sweet child but your father is only doing what he thinks is best for you. Try to understand that he is hurting too" she squeezed my hand softly "everything there reminded him of her, he barely ate or slept. Maybe this will be good for him and you."

I blinked as I felt a stray tear trickle down my left cheek. Maybe I was being too harsh but It was unfair. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be surrounded by my mother's things. I wanted to remember her forever, to sleep on her favorite couch and dance in her garden singing all her beautiful favorite songs.

"Fine, I will try" I said wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand.

My grandmother smiled "you will love Sherfield its small and the people are just as friendly as the ones back home"

I stood up with a smile, obviously I didn't believe her. Everything in Sherfield was different, from the climate and the environment itself. I didn't like it already and I am sure school was going to be worse. "I will be ready in a minute" I said grabbing an outfit from my closet.

"Don't take too long," she said before walking out.

A simple green top and some Jeans would do just fine. I wore my sneakers before looking in the mirror  "great" I looked like I was having a bad day. My eyes were still puffy from all the crying and sleepless nights. My hair was being rebellious, it was everywhere. It almost resembled a birds nest and my eyes looked dull. It didn't even look like they were hazel.

I ran downstairs were Ryan was waiting for me. "Are you ready? I made breakfast" he said behind the kitchen counter.

I eyed the bread and eggs "I will buy something at school" I said grabbing an apple and walking out. To be honest I wasn't hungry.

The ride to school was incredibly quiet but I didn't mind. I had nothing to say to him and he obviously had nothing to say to me. He dropped me off and I walked out of the car before he could say anything "I will take the bus back home!" I called out before he drove off. I didn't even wait for his response.

I breathed out as I walked into the school. The weather was dull and humid. The clouds blocked the sun which made me groan, these were already signs that today was going to be so boring or worse.

The first four classes were quite interesting. I was in my last class which was history. I liked history so I decided to pay extra attention. A lady called Mrs Todd was taking us for history. She was also with us in my first class which was literature were she introduced me to the class as well. Nobody really cared about the new girl anymore. Everyone was acting like I was part of the class since way back.

"so this is a group project! Make sure you are in a group of three, not four or five!It is due on Thursday that gives you a lot of time to perfect this! I want no excuses especially the one were your dog ate your homework!" she said before walking out.

A girl behind me groaned.  "Ugh that was my famous excuse" she said hitting her head lightly on her desk.Her long curly brown her spread all over her desk dramatically. She had a lot of beautiful hair.

I turned to fully look at her with a smile "Hate history much?" I asked

She looked at me with a frown. I grinned at her, she was a dramatic girl. A pretty girl, with freckles dotted around her cheeks and nose. Her blue eyes were really light like crystals. You could almost see through them, she was definitely popular around here. She was beautiful.

"I'm not a fan, your name is Aili right," she said and I nodded "I am Samantha but please call me Sam. Only my mom calls me Samantha and it's only when I am in some kind of trouble" she said with a smile

I smiled "Nice to meet you Samantha, love the hair"

"what, you like this bush" she said with her Jaws on the ground touching her hair. I laughed she was too much, she smiled "I love your hair, way better than this forest I'm carrying on my head. Wanna join me for the project? I like you already"

I had really light blonde hair sometimes I felt like a barbie and I hated that because I was nothing close to being that cute. I took the whitish blonde hair from my mother but honestly I wish I had my fathers dirty brown hair.

I like brown hair honestly or even black hair. Unfortunately the last time I tried dyeing my hair it fell out. I thought I had cancer at that point, my mom freaked out and told me she would bury me alive if I ever did that again. She even added the word 'literally' for a more dramatic effect. Anyways I will never do it again because I spent a whole month looking like a wrong turn character. Had to buy extra hoodies that month too.

"sure I would love that" I said a little excited. Making friends was never really that hard for me and that includes making enemies as well. My temper did the job, somehow I always ended up pissing someone off.

"and that makes the three Of us!" A short girl said sitting on Sam's desk.