Preface

Meet Hannah

Hi, my name's Hannah. I'm thirteen years old, pretty strange as I would say. I only live with my mum and her boyfriend who hates me because of my passion, dreams and imagination. I love horse riding, and the water. I used to have my hair all the way down to my waist, until I got so sick of having to brush it that I cut my hair myself. I don't have a hair dresser, I don't live near one. I live on a farm, don't know where, and don't know why, just my mum's boyfriend's farm. I still get to ride horses, but I don't get the water in my life anymore. My mum says that I've got my father's eyes –Bluer that the actual ocean.

"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" Well, that's my cue. See you next time!

Meet Ritchie

Hello, I'm Ritchie –Hannah's mum. I'm thirty-eight years old, born in 1974. I've got a boyfriend who I'm going to break up with soon for my daughter, and I'm nothing alike Hannah. I love going out and shopping with friends, making myself beautiful so that I feel good about myself but one thing we do have in common is that we love the water. Oh how I miss there. I have to cut mine, my boyfriend's and Hannah's hair because we live nowhere near . . . Anywhere. We live on a farm –my boyfriend's farm. I hate it here, though; we got kicked out of my house for no reason. I love watching Hannah ride the horses in the morning, afternoon, and when it's time to go to bed.

"Ritchie," My boyfriend said. "Someone's here for you." I walked to the door and saw Sally.

"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" Well, bye. See you next time.

Meet Marcus

Hey, I'm Marcus. I'm Ritchie's boyfriend if you must know. I was also born in 1974, and thirty-eight years old. I'm not the kind of boyfriend that takes their girlfriend and daughter's house away to the bank and drags them to a farm that I own. I'm not like that. My father has always hated Ritchie ever since I meet her, dunno why. That's why I can't tell her about what really happened to the house and why we now live on a farm. I love Ritchie . . . Not so much her daughter.

Knock knock. Oh come on! Every time when I'm saying my mind or speaking about myself something always happens. I looked out the window and saw Sally. How the hell did she know I was here? I opened the door, said hi, and called Ritchie.

"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" Well, that's it for me. Never speaking his mind, Marcus. Later.

A/N Hope you like what I've written so far -Don't worry! It's okay just breathe again, I don't own Pjo just yet I only own Ritchie, Maruc and Hannah.

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