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    Chapter 1

    Next period was Social Studies, as usual I gazed out the window intent on not listening, a girl with a repulsive body odour, acne, unconditioned hair and quite disgusting teeth sat beside me and the remainder of the lesson I spent trying to breath through my mouth. It was horrible! I had to remember to change seats next time I was in that class.

    As soon as the bell rang I hopped on the bus, it only took me 15 minutes to get back to 71st street where I would be residing for the next few years. The suburb situated in Kirkland, Seattle, was beautiful especially when the sun was out, a rarity in the showery state of Washington. The quaint wooden paneled house, I now called home, was surrounded by colorful shrubbery, glistening in the sun after an obvious rainfall, the pathway was lined with aging oaks, of which the branches nestled into the side of the house. In all the places I had traveled, Seattle was probably the most beautiful.

    Entering the house, the walls lined with photographs of my family, and, as always, seeing them succeeded in making me smile. I made my way to the kitchen where the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted to meet me. Regardless of what state we were situated, home for me was the combination of Mom’s cookies straight from the oven and the orchids she always had neatly arranged on the kitchen counter. Greeting me with a kiss to the cheek and a warm cookie placed in my hand, she asked me to recount my day and after I did, she sent me to finish up my homework before dinner. Obliging I made my way up the deep mahogany staircase towards my bedroom, I had decorated to my taste, placing my Cindy Crawford poster above my double bed and I had placed my desk overlooking the peaceful Seattle suburb below.

    Shrugging into my favourite Miami Heat sweatshirt I pulled out my homework and made a start, around an hour later my Mom called me down for dinner. Relaying my quite uneventful day back to her, she listened intently.

    ”Teddy is cool, I guess. I mean, she talked to me which is always nice.”

    ”Does she know?”

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