Chapter One. Not a Settlement.

Farah moved into her new home.

Hello, my name is Farah. I'm 14 years old. I just moved to the small town of Camden, Maine. I've been moving since I was three years old. I've lived in many towns and seen many people. This is my first time living on an ocean shore though. My backyard isn't that far from the ocean. half a mile. Nothing is behind me. My parents and the movers stepped out of the house. The mover guy handed me the key.  My parents were leaving somewhere. They never told me. I could care less, they always left when we would move somewhere new since I was 11. I gave them hugs and then watched the cars pulls out. I sat on my door step. It was a bigger house then last time. I heard the sound of people and laughter. I looked up and across the street from me was a group of boys. I looked back down and thought, "Typical." A moment later I looked back up. One boy was standing there, waving at me. I waved back, then he walked into what I assumed was his house. My long dirty-blond hair was flinging around in my face when the wind was blowing so I decided to go inside. 

I started taking boxes up to my room. 2 or 3 boxes at a time. Along with paint. I started painting my room. Baby blue and lime green. It was so silent, boring. I had grown used to it being quiet after about 15 minutes or so. All of the sudden the sound of a doorbell frightened me. I started wiping paint off my hands, then I looked down and realized it was everywhere. I walked downstairs and opened the door. To my surprise I found the boy that was waving at me standing there.

"Hello, who are you?" I looked at him curiously.

"Allen, I saw you moved in. Where are your parents? Do you need any help?" He seemed impatient.

"Whoa! Hold on. One question at a time. My parent left, they always do, they won't be back until school starts. And Not at the moment, but thank you." I took a hard look at him now. Kind of longish light brown hair, wavy with a little bit of curl on the end. Green eyes. Taller then me. 

"Well I was wondering if you wanted a tour of the neighborhood? Just the basics."

I nodded then told him I was going to change. I picked out a green and grey stripped tank top with jean shorts. I made sure I looked okay and then walked down the stairs.

 I got to the last step and I started putting my hair into a ponytail. "No, leave it down, you have beautiful hair." Allen said in a sweet tone. I took my hair out and wrapped the ponytail around my wrist.

 We starting walking. First he took me to the local park. The to the ice cream shop where he bought me ice cream. Then he showed me where the school was. Lastly, he took me to the place I liked the most, but yet hated. 

He took me to the stage. They have a stage out in the woods where they will hold music competitions, and stuff like that. There was a microphone stand, but no microphone. I closed my eyes, and without a struggle, or a thought I started singing. It was song A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton. During the chorus I felt Allens hand wrap around my waist. I instantly snapped out of singing. 

"Why'd you stop..? You have an amazing voice." 

"I'm not flattered, at all." I pushed the stand down and walked off the stage and sat on a bench with my head down. Moments later Allen came over at sat by me.

"What's your name? You never told me." Allen tried looking at my face.

I turned, "Farah, it means beautiful." Allen smiled.

"It's true. No, I'm not trying to flatter you." He laid his hand on my leg. In a friend type way. I felt like I had a friend. 

"I was 8 years old. First time singing in front of a crowd. Hundreds of eyes staring at me. I opened my mouth, words came out. They did, but they came out in the wrong order. Every word was said at a random time. Everyone laughed. I was humiliated. I don't sing in front of people to save my life."

I let my head fall. I hate singing in front of people. And he's trying to flatter me. But instead he's aggravating me. 

I felt his hand move off my leg, to my waist. His other hand lifted my head. He pulled me in. I felt his lips hit mine. 

Right then, for the first time in my life, I felt like I had a friend.

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Author's Note

Sorry for any grammar mistakes.