Goatfiddler
Jane blew out the 15 candles on her delicately iced cake. She sighed with embarrassment, as she blew a strand of her chocolate coloured locks out of her face. Another year older, just what she wanted. But this would be no ordinary year, for no ordinary girl. little did she know that her family's past would be catching up with her, in the form of a dark mysterious stranger. Who was he? And why did she feel butterflies every time he was near?