There are 2 ways of starting this new chapter: 1- I can change the storyteller, making Charlotte narrate her own thing; but 2- I can keep myself here, and write what I know, not what I supposedly saw.
         Since this book is mine, I will choose the second alternative.

Charlotte's parents have constantly moved countries, taking their daughter with them like a puppet. This year they have chosen my rainy paradise, England.
At first she was mad at her parents, who had no reason to move like that, as life in US was good... But her words were useless against their tough decision. Lotte's fear was acceptable, I mean, she was a little girl stepping into the teenage world, which is pretty hard to do in a different country.
But there is one thing we must admit: it's easier to deal with community using beauty and a nice smile. Our girl realized that with  cliché movies about teenagers, which always seemed to teach her new things everyday. She started to watch a lot of videos with popular British girls, listen to popular British songs, and even speak a different accent.
         Believe or not, she entered in the British high school shinning like an angel; her eyes observed the crowd, and she went directly to the good-looking-always-laughing group. She could be a freshman, but she was powerful too.

        In the hospital, Charlotte abruptly stops her thoughts . No smile, no more red on her cheeks. She looks at me with sad eyes.
         - I was so stupid, Louis...
A tear is released, which quickly runs down her nose. For a moment I get numb, with nothing to say or do. I should get some How to Deal With Women classes. 
Silent makes me get up and smooth my cloths that were all wrinkled; but probably I was so clumsy trying to straight my blouse Charlotte immediately looks away and her cheeks get a cute shade of red. Then she continued.

        The popular crowd watched as Charlotte approached them, but (maybe by instinct), her eyes could only gaze at one particular member in the middle of them. 
Lotte didn't say what color his eyes were, neither his skin tone. She only made me infer he was, how can I say, good looking? Ben was the kind of guy everyone flabbergasted, with a thousand friends & fancy sunglasses.
          I just don't know why good girls always fall in love with bad boys.

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Louis sees Ben as an a** with hair. As I don't want to google a picture of an a** to put here as a model, please imagine Ben the way you would like him to be.

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