Chapter 1

Turkey. I loved Turkey! It was a beautiful country, I spoke the language fluently and I just, I just loved it, this was my home. I was born here, my dad was born here! This was home.
But now we were moving. Moving to fucking America! 
I know, I know, most people would be thrilled to move to America, but not me. Like I said: I loved Turkey. I loved Europe. End of story. I didn't want to leave Europe for America 
Turkey was my home, because the most part of my life, I lived here. I was born here and until I was 7, we lived there. Then we moved to England. That's where my mum was born, so it was like my second home. But it was too rainy for us. So we moved again. 
The good thing was, that I learned English in the process. 
When I was 10 we moved from England to Germany. Germany was nice, amazing actually. The summer was hot, the winter cold. In the summer I was at the beach and in the winter I played in the snow and tried snow boarding. It was great! Some of my best friends still lived in Germany and we were still in contact. At first it was really hard to learn the language, but I managed. 
With 15 we moved again, back to Turkey. And now with 17 we moved to America. Fan-freaking-tastic! 
I mean it's normal to move, right? But to change the country and language all the time? I don't think so. 
“Rose!”, shouted my mom.
“What?!”
“Come down here. It's time to go!”
Well. This was it, I guess. With a last look to my room I went downstairs. 
Home, sweet home my ass!, I thought with a last wistful look.
The car ride would take half an hour. My dad drove. 
Oh wait, sorry I totally forgot. My name is Rose Mazur. Rosemarie, actually, but I hate my whole name AND every sort of nickname! I have beautiful long dark brown hair. The same color of my dad's hair. My hair is really thick and curly, I got that from my mum, but she is a red head. She looks more like she is from Ireland than England. My dad – Abe or Ibrahim - and I always tease her about her red hair, green eyes and freckles. It's hilarious! My mum – Janine - is pretty short, too, so it's all the more fun for me and my dad.
My dad has – like I said – dark brown hair. He always wears a gold earring, a total eye-catcher. To top it all of, he wears a scarf, always in some bright color. 
But it in came in handy when I was a child, I always found my dad again when I was being too lazy to follow him and mum around the mall or so... 

-o-o-o- Make Me Smile -o-o-o-

The flight took forever! I tried to sleep, but my mum and dad kept babbling on and on about how amazing our time in America would be. I couldn't care less. 
When we finally landed I almost ran out of the airport to get some fresh air. 
After almost an hour we got our luggage and ranted a car to drive to our new home. The conversation was manly held by my mum and dad. I think they didn't even realize I didn't answer there questions, let alone look at one of them. 
When we finally arrived at our new house in Montana I gaped at the sight before my eyes. The house was huge. Not only huge, it was a freaking mansion! 
“Oh my gosh, dad!”, I exclaimed and ran out of the car. 
In the background I heard my dad chuckle and unbuckle his own seat belt. I think I actually forgot to put mine on. Hmm, whatever! 
This house was beautiful. It looked like... a dream. It was white, made out of stone, maybe marble. Of course, always the best for my dad. It had two floors, pillars all around it and I bet a huge garden! I couldn't even see any neighbors in the distance. 
“Dad, it's awesome!”, I exclaimed.
I beamed at him, he smiled back at me and kissed my cheek. 
“Wanna see your room?”, he grinned. 
He hold a key out for me to grab. 
“Hell yeah!”
“Rosemarie!”, my mother scolded.
She hated it when I swore, but seriously, it was like my second nature. (After eating. Good I love food!) I rolled my eyes at her and stuck my tongue out at her. Yeah, it was childish, but I just felt like it, so … fuck it!
I grab my dad's arm and dragged him to the front door. 
“Open up, old man”, I laughed. 
“Be patient, little girl”, he chuckled and unlocked the door. 
And wow, it really was huge! It looked like the main floor was as big as a football field. Damn, this place was nice. I sprinted upstairs and looked into every room before I finally decided which should become mine. In the end, my room was on the second floor. I had a balcony, my own bathroom with a tub and a shower. The room was huge, already a kind size bed in it, a desk, a wardrobe and so on. I loved it and my dad had no problem with it being my room.
At least this was a plus for America: Awesome new house!

-o-o-o- Make Me Smile -o-o-o-

And this was the thing. The first day of school. I groaned every time I even thought about it and now it was there. I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water relax my muscles. I tried to shower as fast as I could, but the water felt so damn good, that it took me longer than necessary. So I had to rush a bit after wards. 
I found a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a blood red tank top. Some black heels, a black bag and a leather jacket. I put some mascara on and some smokey eye shadow. My hair was flowing down my back and I was finished. 
“I'm leaving!”, I called out, as I exited the house. 
Ma dad bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday, an Audi A8, black and I loved him! 
I know most people give there cars names and normally it's a girls name, but not my baby. His name was Randy, after my first goldfish who died after a week. RIP goldfish Randy, hello car Randy!
I sped out of the driveway and found my way to my new school. 
It looked kind of scary, like an old castle from a horror movie. But hey, at least it wasn't ordinary. There was a sign, reading “Welcome at St. Vladimir's High School”. Nice name, I thought. 
As soon as I found a parking spot, I stepped out of it. No one was there and I frowned. What the hell? Where was everybody? I shrugged and made my way to the office to get my new timetable. 
But it was locked. 
“What the hell?”, I thought out loud. 
I turned around and searched the school ground for somebody, anybody! But no such luck. 
“Argh, damn it!”
I was walking aimlessly around the school ground and still found nobody. But then I saw a kid running. It was a boy with sticking red hair, blue eyes and some freckles. I guess he was kind of cute. 
“Hey!”, I shouted to him.
He came to s stop and searched for the source of my battle cry. As he finally found me his eyes went wide. He looked left and right and then pointed a finger at himself raising an eyebrow. Damn, I wish I was able to do that! I nodded and a grin appeared on his face. He came over to me.
“Hey, the name's Mason”
He hold a hand out for me to shake, and I took it.
“Rose.” I gave him my man-eater smile and he gulped. “I'm new. Can you tell me where everybody is?”
“Oh – eh – yeah”, he stuttered. “Of course. Com on we have to hurry.”
He became a hunted look in his eyes. Then he gripped my hand and started running. It was shard to keep up with him in heels, but I managed. We ran to a huge building, maybe the gym? I didn't really care, so I didn't bother to ask Mason. 
As we finally arrived he came to an abrupt halt I didn't aspect, so I smashed right into the door before us. The door opened, collided with the walls and made a hell of a loud noise. My heels clicked on the concrete and I finally came to a stop. When I looked up I saw a lot of students and teachers looking at me. Well damn. 
Great first impression Rose!, I thought sarcastically. 
And when I saw him, I gasped and my breath hitched. Wow! He stood in the front on a little stage. Two teachers with him. His hand was in mid shook with the hand of another teacher. Both looked at me, hell, everyone looked at me. 
But he didn't look shocked, like everyone else, he actually looked quite amused. He had beautiful brown eyes, the color of chocolate, I loved chocolate! He had shoulder length hair, brown as well. He was really tall 6'6 or 6'7! This guy looked like e Greek god, a body full of muscles and I bet a six pack underneath this really tight fitting black shirt! And damn, he was beautiful!
I was pulled out of my staring as I heard a voice calling my name.
“Rose?!”, a girl asked.
I searched in the crowd and then my brown eyes met jade green ones. The eyes of Lissa Dragomir. 
“Lissa?!”, I replied enthusiastically.