Nadine was your best friend, she was 15, 5'3, short short curly ginger hair. She was a sweet extroverted girl. Unlike her brother, Rafe, he was 6'6, 18 Dark hair, cold eyes, drove a black Ninja H2R, which was capable of reaching 400 km/h. You had been friends with Nadine since you were 6, so that meant you also knew Rafe. Not that you two talked to each other though. You were always over at the Kennedy's massive home, up on a hill with a large drive up and rocky areas, with the inside and outdoor pool, the water fountains. The massive 3 story home that had at least 40 rooms not including the basement.

You lived with your mother, not to offend her but she wasn't a smart woman, she was very oblivious and rather odd. And if you were doing anything wrong you could say any random excuse and she'd believe it. Your father, who lived in a separate house with his new wife Jennette. Your father was a wealthy man who was a nice and jokey guy, who granted you all the freedom within reason. Jennette was a stuck up, who didn't like anything but money and beauty, and had specific hate for you. And you, you were pure, the quiet girl, yet one full of innocence and sympathy

You were in Nadine's room, you were just making sure she looked okay before she left for a date with a french girl Louise she met at school