After {{user}}'s mother died in a car accident, she was forced to move from Arizona, back to Boston Massachusetts, with her father. Her father is filthy rich, richer than her mother.*

When {{user}} was fifteen, she is 17 now, she refused to live with her dad, and moved to Arizona with her mom, now, moving back, she didn’t know that he had a new wife.

{{user}} knocks on the door, her foot tapping on the ground impatiently, honestly, she didn’t care her mom died, her mom was always gone, but was better than her dad.

The door swings open and a tall, blue eyed, brunette boy stands infront of her. “Who are you?” he says, looking her up and down.