Chapter 1.

I wake up to the sound of my ringtone. Today is a rough day. I'm going to my new school, so I have to take a shower and get ready.

I lay my messy bed and go to the bathroom. I take off my pajamas and get in the shower. As the hot water falls on me, I feel the whole past disappear.

I don't want to remember my sister's death. I'm not well psychologically after her death... My parents have had a hard time with me. They tried to help me with a psychologist, but they haven't been able to do it yet. I'm still influenced by my dreams.

I have the same dream every night but in a different order.

I'm on a swing enjoying the sunny weather. My mom and the rest of my family are sitting across the street from a coffee shop.I'm on my own, but I don't mind. I'm on my own, but I don't mind. I look scared around me and I see my sister being robbed. They've caught her by the feet and quickly put her in a van with a white color. I see my parents completely indifferent. I run up to the cafeteria and I see my two parents smiling. "Mom, Dad, They stole Martha. Run and turn her back." All of a sudden I feel my mom staring at me. My father, too." It's okay, darling, you'll be with her soon."

Every night I've been having this constant nightmare since my sister was killed. Sometimes I see my mom being robbed, and sometimes I see my dad. Everything's the same and all that changes is the victim they're taking away from me.

As soon as I finish the shower, I pass the towel around me, and I head for my closet. I take off a pair of jeans with little abrasions on my knees. I take a short-sleeved white shirt, and I get dressed. I fix my hair and put on my black vans. I take my phone and go downstairs.

In the kitchen are both my parents."Good morning"I say a little nervous about today." Good morning, darling" my dad tells me, hugging me back. He lets me take a sip of his coffee and greets us. "What are you doing sleeping?" my mom asks me with curiosity as her hands are busy with my breakfast." As usual," I answer her slowly and she looks at me with regret.

They both really want to help me, but no one and nothing can. My sister and I were best friends, we talked about everything and we shared everything. No fighting.

I was glad to have such a sister and I was very lucky. She always loved me and helped me.

But I... I didn't try at all.That's why I'm tortured now.

My mom kisses me on the forehead and gives me my omelet. I really like scrambled eggs in the morning. I eat it all and put the plate in the sink. I'm drinking some milk, and I'm ready for my first day at the new school. Let's hope I make friends quickly in case I'm forgotten by my misery. The only best friend I had was my sister, but I lost her. So I'd better find one to open up to her when something drowns me.

I'm getting out, It's a little cold, but I don't mind. It was cold enough in Canada. But here in London the weather is always like that.

I'm looking at my phone to see the time. I guess I'm late, so I'm increasing my walking speed a little bit. I'm not looking at the street, I'm looking at my phone. I stumble upon a boy. But I don't pay attention, he runs and pokes me. I'm looking at him. He's got great features, but he stops me by saying, "You dropped your bracelet''. He tells me and gives me my bracelet back. I'm embarrassed, I'm responsible for the accident, not him.

I'm blushing, I can't even talk." I'm sorry. And thank you so much for that," I say with a smile.

"It's all right. Zayn, I'm glad," he says as his eyes shine. It's nice to meet you, too. Samantha or you can call me Sam," I reply as I shake my hand with shame. "In high school around the corner?" he asks me, "Is my high school giving me." I'm so embarrassed. yes, do you want to go with me?" I nod and we head to school.

Congrats Sam! , the first person you met is a boy. The voice inside me says, while another squeals with joy. We arrive in high school and a crowd of students are in the courtyard waiting to enter the classrooms. "So new?" asks Zayn, and I say, "Yes, shaking my head." Good. "Welcome back then." he says, and I follow him. I can feel girls staring at me while I'm looking from the right side. I see some well-dressed girls looking at Zayn. Why are they looking at him?

Whoa, why did I say that? Am I jealous? No, Sam, you're not jealous.