PROLOGUE Have clouds ever reminded you of cotton candy?Because that is what goes through my mind as I look through the glass at the calm, beautiful blue that we call the sky. The white fluffy clouds look so delicate, and I smile, thinking of the delicious, sticky, sweet candy that I love - the candy I'd grown up eating...in the place that I'd grown up in.And just like that, the smile fades. The place I’d grown up in... It echoes in my head.I hug myself tighter and force the tears away. Leaning back into the seat, I look around the isle; Mum, daddy, and my little brother are sitting two rows behind me on the right side, while I’m on the left. The seat next to me is empty and the seat next to that is occupied by a man who I presume must be in his midfourties. I have the seat next to the window, and I couldn't be more thankful; it gives me a perfect view of the sky, nothing but a peaceful exapnse of blue that slowly begins to lull me to sleep... Ouch! I wake up wincing and squinting

Chapter 02[Two years later]“Eh tu, Brute?” I suggest to Mia, and she scribbles it down on the sheet of paper. We are both doing literature and we have a test coming up. Let’s just say memorizing all those quotes isn’t really easy. Vicky groans. “Enough already”, Cameron complains. I giggle and give Mia a knowing look, and we both put our books aside. It’s Saturday, and the boys have basketball practice. We decided to tag along and sit on the bleachers, having some girl time. And by ‘we’, I mean me, Mia, Vic and Cammy. I’m not the biggest fan of introductions, but I consider this necessary:Mia aka Marissa Stephanopolis is my best friend. I met her in ninth grade, which was after I had met Cam and Vicky. Mia has curly chestnut hair that is quite as rebellious as she is, with dark eyes and olive-toned skin in addition to an amazing figure that I envy very much. She is a very unusual kind of pretty. You couldn’t describe it, but you were drawn to her. It’s like each feature of hers p