Okay, so I lied.
It didn't really start there.
It all started about two months from then.
You see, my dad and I, we travel. His job takes us from Beijing one month, to Honolulu the next.
It had been eight years since my mother died. No one to talk to about girl stuff and hormones.
God, how I hate hormones.
On the other hand, my dad's great. He's all I've really got. Because of the constant moving, I don't have any real friends.
Didn't.
That was until I moved here, the town of Elyria, Ohio, my hometown.
Born and raised, until the unsuspected death of my mother, here, I was again.
Coming back, again.
I was never quite confident, and frankly always nervous. So moving and making friends all of the time was a little rough on me.
This was different, though. These people welcomed me in with open arms. They excepted me.
I wasn't just the new girl. Here, I was Charlotte.
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