A/N: It gets much better, believe me. Later, you'll get to find out why Greta is so depressed, and you'll find out more about Nikolai's family life and why he hates it so much.

Chapter One

Greta Garrick stood in her room, pressing the serrated kitchen knife against her wrist. I'm going to do it this time, she thought, I'm not going to chicken out like last week. I'm going to cut deeper this time.

Suddenly, Greta heard a knock at the door. Startled, she dropped the knife. Greta hid the knife under her bed and went to answer the door.

When she opened the door, she found a very tall guy that she didn't know.

He looked at the expression on her face and said with a thick accent, "I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?" " Yes," said Greta frankly.

"I'm very sorry," the boy repeated, "we just moved in across the street and my father wanted to know what road the grocery store was on."

Greta glared at her new neighbor, but didn't answer.

He looked at her and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"The grocery store is on Birch Street," Greta answered, ignoring the boy's latest question.

"Thank you," he said, giving Greta a strange look.

Suddenly, Greta's mother came up behind Greta.

"Who's here?" she drowsily asked her daughter.

"New neighbor," Greta said shortly.

"I had better be going home," the boy said, "goodbye."

"Goodbye," Greta said softly.

Mrs. Garrick went back to her room, and Greta leaned against the door, fighting back tears. She didn't know what to do with herself sometimes. She felt like such a mess. At first, she was angry with her new neighbor for stopping her from killing herself, but now, suddenly she was thankful. Why was that? Why could she never make up her mind on these things? She went to her room and cried for a very long time.

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Nikolai Levitsky went to his new room and began to unpack. He thought about his new neighbor, the girl he had just met. She was very strange. Were all Americans that odd? She looked as though she was on the verge of tears when he talked to her. he sighed and sat on his bed. Nikolai looked out his window. He could see the girl's house; it was very rundown compared to the other houses in the neighborhood, it looked as though it would collapse at any moment.

Nikolai felt very sorry for the girl, she had seemed so upset. Nikolai also felt sorry for himself. He knew that self pity was stupid and selfish, but he couldn't help the way he felt. His family was always moving, this time to an entirely new country. He didn't know a single person; he had no friends or family for thousands of miles. He was lucky his mother was American, or he wouldn't even know the language! He dreaded starting school in September; he knew he could never fit in.

A/N: So how was it? I know that this chapter isn't very good, but trust me, later chapters will be much better. Please r/r.