January 2nd, 2011: The day I finished my first chapter to the beginning of my insanely long, hopefully satisfying, story. I hope you enjoy.

I had a choice; the choice to leave that school, to leave its remains of torture behind, and start fresh. That day that my parents came home, telling me of the new promotion my dad received, they had asked what I had wanted. Whether it was staying in that dump of a school where not one person had any respect to me whatsoever, or to move away from it all and become a brand new person. I chose the latter.

We had moved over a few states, choosing a decent house, yet not as good as our old one. My father promised that a new and better house was in store for us but finding it was the difficult part. However, I didn't care because all I wanted was to meet new people; people who actually cared about how I felt; people who I could talk to without pointing and laughing at me. I wasn't sure what happened back at my old home; about why everyone hated me so much. Maybe it was just them and they were jealous of me. I was just glad to have the chance of starting anew.

And there I stood, fixating my eyes on the front side of my new home; which was rather basic. The chill raced down my spine as the November weather blew through the streets of Desmond. My father had received help to move all furniture and belongings from our old home to this one so as I walked in, boxes were stacked and furniture was set accordingly. I took a few minutes, shuffling from room to room, to view the house from the inside.

I came upon a room I had guessed would be mind. It wasn't the greater of the two that I had come across because my parents preferred to have the largest, but I didn't mind; the space I had was sufficient. My double bed was already sitting in the far corner of the room. The window over looked the back end of the house where a beautiful forest looking scenery was held. It was actually nice, considering back at my old home there were neighbor's houses and flat dry empty land.

My parents called for me from downstairs and so I followed their voices, leading me into the kitchen. "Zoe honey, could you carry your boxes upstairs to your room?" My mother asked. "It's the one at the far end of the hall to the right."

I picked up a set of the boxes that had 'Zoe' scribbled across the top of them. "Yeah, I was just there."

My feet had made it halfway to the stairs when my mother's voice spoke up again. "Would you like to go out later and see the school?" My heart skipped a beat at the thought of school.

I plan to go to the University of Desmond with my credits being transferred there from my previous college. Back home I had already finished a year and my goal was to go four years to become a writer. "Sure mom," I said, continuing up the stairs with a stack of boxes in my arms. By the time I made it back down, the kitchen was empty. I finished gathering my boxes and stumbled back up the stairs, exhausted from the lack of exercise I've been getting. As soon as all of the boxes were piled in a corner, I flopped onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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There was a knock on my bedroom door and I awoke with a jolt. I looked to the left to see who was at the door but found a wall instead. "Good evening." I jerked my head the other way to the source of the noise and then regained consciousness of where I was. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," My father said, walking over to my bed and sitting down.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "'tis alright."

He looked around my room and I saw his eyes rest on the boxes thrown in the corner of my room. "So you think you will like it here?" He asked, getting up and fixing some of the boxes that had tumbled over.

I nodded and then noticed he wasn't looking. "Yeah. I hope things are better than they were before. You know… better than back at our old home." I looked down, closing my eyes, trying to shake off the horrifying memories.

I could feel my father's eyes on me, so I blinked back the tears that had started forming and looked up. His face was grim and I almost regretted mentioning it. "Well I hope things go better for you now. You have a new beginning. A fresh start."

"So do you," I said back, thinking of his incredible promotion.

He laughed and walked to the door, stopping to look at me. "Are you going with your mother to view the town and see if you like it? Maybe visit the school?"

I sighed and looked at my cell phone, my only source for the time. "I think I'm going to unpack a few things and just settle in for the night. How about tomorrow?"

He nodded and left as I unpacked my laptop and set it on my bed. I had one friend from back home that I really wanted to talk to. She was the only person who seemed to have any interest in the things going on in my life and I wanted to tell her everything.

My father had badgered me about setting my laptop on the bed and letting it overheat, so I progressed into searching through boxes until I pulled out the cooling fan. Reclining on the bed, I placed the laptop on the fan and turned it on. It felt like eternity by the time it booted all the way up. I clicked on Google Chrome and typed in the URL for FaceBook, the number one social network! Also the number one thing I did on my laptop. I saw my friend on and instantly sent her an instant message that she instantaneously replied to.

'hey Zoe! how is desmond!?' She had typed.

I typed back, 'It seems alright. Gah, I miss you already Emily.'

She took awhile to respond and then I noticed she was typing the whole time. 'girl, u are going to have a brand new life in desmond! who knows u might even find a hottie. and if you do, u better tell me all about it! i want to know everything, every single detail. well maybe exclude some details. anyway, i miss u too and i hope that i will get a chance to come see this desmond! or u come visit me. whichever one comes first.'

I blinked back tears as I thought about my one and only friend, far away from me. 'I'll tell you everything I can. But I doubt anything like that would happen. My luck with boys has always been zero luck."

As I waited for her response, I ran down the hall and found the bathroom. My bathroom things were still packed so I ran back to my bedroom, but before I searched through the boxes, I peeked at my laptop screen. "what about ian? u dated him for three years.'

I gulped and typed back with my sweat-forming hands. 'You saw how that ended. I just have bad luck.' I rummaged through the boxes until I found the items I was looking for and ran to the bathroom again. After brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I realized I wasn't tired at all. Drifting downstairs, I saw my parents in the living room situating furniture into suitable places. "Hey, do you know where my clothes are?"

After throwing the couch down onto the floor, my dad replied breathlessly, "In those bins near the front door. You may take them upstairs but some of your mother's clothes are also in them."

Stumbling up the stairs, I released the bins into the pile of boxes and opened up the one with my pajamas. I regretted going downstairs because as soon as I glanced at the laptop screen, I was aware that Emily never knew I was gone. There were about ten new instant messages saying sorry for bringing up Ian because she thought I was upset. I quickly typed, 'No, I'm sorry. I was downstairs gathering all my clothes and I forgot to tell you I would brb.' Then I thought how bad it sounded that I forgot and added, 'Well I didn't know I would be that long.'

She forgave me and I forgave her for something I didn't really need to forgive her for. So what if she brought up Ian? He was long gone, far far away, and the possibilities of seeing him again were zero.

I ended up staying up for awhile, due to my previous nap keeping me from the ability of falling asleep. I had unpacked a few more things and decorated my room a little. After talking to Emily awhile longer and hanging posters on my walls, I finally crashed.