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Chapter One

Sunsets and Super Nova's

In most stories, people fall in love, as if it had been planned or written by destiny. If you ask me, all this stuff is just a big load of lies.

All of my troubles started when, I Moïra Bronte was sent off to Cape Flattery of Clallam County, Washington, U.S.A. My parents plan was for me to become a concentrated, well mannered, intelligent young lady. It was the middle of the year, and I was now being transferred to a new school. Its name only was enough for me to be freaked out : Willow High, which made it sound like it's been named after a horror movie. My reaction on hearing that I was being sent away on my own, was for me to throw out from the 19th floor, my mother's favorite Cherokee horse sculpture.

I hadn't done anything for my parents to doubt my manners or concentration, I wasn't “victim” of teen pregnancy, I didn't do drugs, drink or even fail my math exams. As a matter of fact I was two steps away from being a valedictorian. But now I was on a plane in economy class between an old lady, who smelled like scones and a fat guy who kept drooling on his own shoulder or maybe that was his neck. I continued to think about it, my life could have been worse : my parents could have sent me to Switzerland to one of those stiff upper lip schools, or even a convent. Then I would have no way of ever getting a life!

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