Chapter 1
Clarke’s first year at Harrington High School was good. Sure, she spent most of it trying to adjust to her new life and stay level headed, but she had plenty of friends and a loving boyfriend. What more could she ask for? Her heart still ached each time she saw her father’s watch or something that reminded her of home but it was better this way, or so she told herself.
Her and her mother moved to America soon after her father died. He mother was offered a job working at the hospital as a head surgeon. She missed Australia and everything that accompanied it, but it was sometimes easier to move on when your problems were halfway across the world.
Clarke was now beginning her junior year. She would be taking Art, Biology, Math, English and advanced Politics. She would do politics with the seniors but everything else with her grade.
“Clarke!.....Honey! You know you have a thing called school!” a voice called.
Clarke bolted upright, ripped the blanket off her bare legs and sprinted around her room, frantically grabbing her notes that were skewed across the floor in amongst her latest sketches and pens.
Where is my bag??? She rushed downstairs and was greeted by her mother.
“Good morning Clarke, the keys are by the door as well as your bag." stated Abby as she planted a kiss on Clarke’s cheek. “Remember, don’t stress Clarke, you will be fine. I’ll be home by 5, have a great day.”
“Thanks, mum”. Abby walked out the door and the roar or the car grew fainter in seconds.
Clarke approached the door and of course her bag was innocently lying there. Her mum’s words replayed in her mind, Don’t stress Clarke. She placed her books in her bag and grabbed an apple just as her feet paraded out the door.