PROLOGUE
It all started on that fateful Saturday.
-the sound of music blaring in the background-
"JEN!!!MATT!" By the time I noticed they were gone I immediately went into panic mode...i have NO idea where they went! They were the whole reason I was at this stupid party. I knew absolutely NO ONE here. And to top it all off, ninety-nine percent of tall the people around be were wasted; not even close to sober. Which made trying to find my best friend Jen and boyfriend Matt, all the more impossible. I go up the larger-than-necessary stairs and try looking for them in the second level of the incredibly large house. As I make my way through the hallways I spy a door cracked open. I feel some sort of relief...then I hear something peculiar. "Matt...". YESSS!!! At least I found Matt. Now the only person I need to find is Jen. As I make my way towards the door, I start to smile, a small smile, but a smile none the less. I open the door of the room and feel my world crashing down around me. "Jen??Matt??"
"Ungrateful nit."
"Loser."
"Wannabe."
"Liar."
"Attention-whore."
"Fake." This is all I hear as I walk through the halls. I keep my head down and stare at my feet. Of course on one believed me when I told them that I found Matt cheating on me with my best friend. And therefore made my life in Ohio a living hell. So imagine my excitement when I was told that we were moving. And not just anywhere, to England's best sea-side town: St. Ives. It took my mom three years to realize it's time to move but the location helped subdue my anger. Just a bit.
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The Sailing Club
Teen FictionAfter things going horribly wrong in Ohio, Katarina Greene's life was extremely painful. She learned to stick to the shadows and walk with her eyes on her feet. She even gave up a huge part of her life...sailing. Katarina is finally given a chanc...
