I make my way up the front steps and slowly turn the doorknob, stepping inside and breathing in the fresh scent of febreeze, which my mother has always kept the house smelling like. I can't help but find myself smiling in total compassion, actually wondering why I even left here to begin with, while I slowly make my way further inside. I scan my finger against the light blue colored wall, staring at the pictures scattered everywhere, and most of them are of me. There's one of Jeremy and I holding hands standing on a bridge overlooking a lake, as I let out a small quiet laugh. He's my big brother, eighteen years old, and he'll be a senior after this summer ends. As soon as I stop in the silent hallway I see the picture of my father and I, smiling and laughing with each other. Gosh, I've missed him so much. I mutter to myself, "My favorite picture of us." "Is that you, princess?" A deep voice comes from the other room before I set my gaze to the left of me and notice my dad walking through the doorway. "Daddy!"A wide smile spreads across my face as I run into his arms. He holds me tight, shaking us both back and forth lifting my feet off the ground for a few seconds. "I missed you so much." "You look ten years older, Bell! My lord, you've grown up over the past few months." "Yeah, tell me about it." I happily smile, glancing around the room as we walk into our beautifully decorated and spacious kitchen. "Doesn't mean I'm still not your little girl, though." "You'll always be my little girl," he tells me, laughing at his own corniness, but I don't mind it. "Where is Jeremy?" I ask. In return, he nods over toward the back door leading outside to the pool and shed, and beautiful colored flowers and bushes. "I'm going to go say hi to him. I'm not even going to lie. I actually missed him, too." He chuckles in response to my statement. "Your mother told you that you would." "Go figure, right?" Making my way out in our backyard, I close the door behind me while the scorching hot sun shines down against my face. The weather is simply perfection and it was the best day to arrive back at home. That is a fact. The pool water is gorgeous, clean and pure, the smell of chlorine filling the air as I deeply breathe it in. Gosh, I missed our in ground pool. Being in California is such a change and I'm ready to have the best summer of my life, where I can take a break and relax before flying back to England in September before school starts. I hear faint music playing, while I make my way towards the trees in the distance, realizing my brother must be in the shed which is a little ways into the woods. As soon as I get to the door it swings opens unexpectedly. Startled, I jump back and nearly trip over my own feet. Now I'm looking at a very tall guy wearing all black, a cloud of smoke thickly spreading out into the air around him. I let out a cough and shake my head in annoyance. He stares blankly at me before closing the door behind him, resting his back against it. Before I can say a single word he actually beats me to it. "Who are you?" He mumbles, his voice stern and loud. I raise my eyebrows. "No," I rush out, glaring at him. "Who are you?" "Nobody's allowed in the cave. No strangers, at least—" Right away, I interrupt him. "What're you talking about? I'm not a stranger. I'm Isabella." It takes a few seconds before he scowls and shrugs. "Stranger, as I was saying—" "This is my house, you moron!" I exclaim, pushing his shoulder as he stumbles to the grassy ground landing on his butt, before yanking the door open since it's jammed. I pull on it with all of my strength a few times and finally, it opens. And the moment I step inside music fills my ears and smoke nearly makes me choke. Definitely cigarettes, thankfully nothing more. "Jeremy!" I shout in disgust. "This is so gross. I can barely breathe in here." "Bell!" I hear his voice yell out, the music suddenly being turned lowered before I turn around. There he is, my big brother, standing on inches away. He wraps me into a hug when I least expect it, lifting me off my feet and actually getting a laugh out of me. "Aw, did you miss your little sister?" I sarcastically ask, and he grins before rolling his eyes. "Don't worry bro. I kind of missed you too." He chuckles. "Kind of? That's all?" "Just kidding, Jare." I grin before he pinches my cheek, and I swat his hand away. "Well, I just wanted to tell you I'm home. Honestly, that was a long flight and I have crazy jet lag. I'll just be in the house—" "Dom," Jeremy snaps, turning to stare at one of his friends who is sitting in a chair, playing cards on the wooden table in front of us. "What're you waiting for? Don't be an ass. Say hi to my sister, Dominic." "My bad!" He says, smiling up at me. "Hey there. I'm Dom. What's your name?" Wow. How sad. Being Jeremy's sister, the popular guy at school, I was that invisible that not even my brother's best friends knew me. This is why moving to England was the best option for me. Barely having any friends in high school here was a total let down, but with the change of country I completely opened up, especially over the past few months.