"Liam. Definitely Liam."

"Uh have you even seen Chris?"

"I have which means you should believe me when I tell you he has nothing over Liam."

Her friends continued to bicker about who was the better looking Hemsworth brother and she felt a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She had never felt more normal in her life then she did now. Her backpack was slung across her shoulders and she moved her head in time to the beat of the music playing through her headphones, Laura and Kate's voices fading away in the background as the three of them walked down the familiar road that led to her house.

Summer had come earler than she thought it would, or perhaps the year had gone by faster because she had finally moved on. It had taken her years to forget what her parents had looked like lying pale and unmoving on the ground, and that man whom she had never deemed as human. But she had done it. She no longer found herself thinking about him or the way he had clutched the dagger that had been coated in blood, or about how he had vanished right before her eyes. She felt at peace with it all. Therapy had definitely helped. As soon as she had been put in foster care that had been one of the first things they had made her go through.

The dreams had stopped as well and that was definitely something she was grateful for. However, nothing and nobody could convince her that her parents had not been murdered by someone. She refused to believe that their deaths were simply an accident. The police had long since closed the case claiming the husband and wife had just had too much to drink and their argument had gotten physica. She knew better than that but had stopped thinking about that night a long time ago.

The last four years had been some of the best... and worst of her life. She had not always ended up with a good family. Sometimes it had been so bad that she had resorted to running away; only to be caught while she tried his best to survive on her own. She had come to terms with the fact that she was stuck in the system till she was eighteen, but that had not stopped her from fighting it when things got hard.

She remembered running away in the middle of the night when Robert, "father" number three had yet again come home drunk and started hitting his wife. She also remembered sneaking out the back door when Maria, "mother" number six had accused her of stealing from her purse and threatened to throw her out on the street for it when it had really been her own son who took the money to pay off the guy who got his cigarettes.

But lately things had started looking up. She had been living with the Greens ever since she was sixteen and had been happy for two years now. This time round, nobody in the house was abusive or an alcoholic and she actually felt like she belonged there. She had stopped trusting people a long time ago, but now, after six years, she was starting to feel like she could open up again.

Her foster parents were two of the kindest people she had ever met. Rita and James had treated her like their own daughter from the very first day and their son Henry had started to grow on her after a couple of months too.

Crescent Hills was an old town and she had seen every part of it except the woods that bordered it. They had moved here a month ago after James had declared New york to be too big and noisy for his liking and that he could use a little quiet after getting fired from his job there.

The town was exactly the kind of place you would read about in books; small yet comfortable, a place where everyone knew everyone and you could not get away with anything without the whole town knowing about it. As if that wasn't enough, you would be expected to answer any questions anyone might have and if you didn't, well, that made them even more eager to learn the details.

But there was nowhere else she would rather live either. This town, with its one bakery and coffee shop, two grocery stores and one diner had grown on her over the past three months. She had gotten attached to the town library that had provided a welcome distraction on countless occasions, and the town square with its bubbling fountain had always been one of her favorite places to go on weekends. This town was also where she had met some of the kindest people on earth. It was where she had friends for the first time since the death of her parents.

Laura and Kate soon bid her goobye and she continued on her way home, already picturing Rita waiting for her in the living room when she got home. They had planned on going out to look for a dress for her to wear to the annual Founders' Gala being held in the town square the next day. Tomorrow marked ten years since Crescent Hills had come into being and for the people who had lived here for years, it was going to be the biggest event of the season.
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She was walking past the bakery when she saw the boy. He had his back turned when she first spotted him but he turned around as she got closer. Hazel eyes stared back at her as she tried to appear nonchalant. The wind blew his dark curly hair across his forehead, and as he lifted his hand to push it back, she caught a glimpse of a tattoo that was peeking out from beneath his plain back shirt. Her heart clenched as he stared back at her, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. She felt compelled to look back into those dark eyes and as she did, her pulse quickened.

Those eyes seemed to be drawing her towards them, silently urging her to look deeper into them. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised that the only thing keeping her from going nearer was a distance of mere metres. She could easily walk a few paces and she would be standing right in front of him.

A couple of seconds later, she felt as if something was tugging at the back of her mind; a memory perhaps. But she could not put her finger on it. Had see seen this guy somewhere before?  Something about him was familiar and she began to feel uneasy standing there just a few steps away from him. She felt strangely exposed.

Then, just as she was debating whether she had seen the boy around school, he lifted his hand as if he was about to wave at her. He moved his arm slowly, and in a way that made her notice the edge of another tattoo curling around his right bicep.

But he did not wave at her and she was wrenched back to reality as there, right before her very eyes, he vanished. It was as if he had never been there at all. She stood there, frozen in place and with a pounding headache starting at the back of her head.
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A/N
Thanks for reading this and for all the votes and comments on the last chapter guys. It means a lot. I'm going to update as soon as I can! Let me know what you think of this chapter :)