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Northern Lights

Northern Lights

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Published by Hazel Christine
[Last Updated: 08/24/09](*Author's Note: In Process) Catalina Levi Danielson lives with her Mother in out in the countryside of California. She spends the weekends at her father's in San Francisco since her parents are divorced.
But on one weekend that seemed to be normal a tragedy happens.
Catalina's mother is involved in a car accident and sadly dies.
Too depressed to care about anything else, Catalina decides to commit suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.
She's saved by a beautiful boy, whose name she never gets to ask for.
Her father then sends her off to Portland, Maine with an aunt she's never met or heard of.
That's where she meets Aiden Lexington and Kole... two irresitible, beautiful, and almost anti-social boys.
To her surpise both boys befriend her. Aiden's sister (equally as beautiful) doesn't seem to like the idea so much though... but keeps to herself.
What Catalina believes to be a wish come true for her... may just turn out to be something she never knew was even possible to exsist.
She'll have to figure out what Aiden's family hides underneath the beauty and intelligence, why she was sent to this particular place, and who, or what, she really is...
[Last Updated: 08/24/09](*Author's Note: In Process) Catalina Levi Danielson lives with her Mother in out in the countryside of California. She spends the weekends at her father's in San Francisco since her parents are divorced.
But on one weekend that seemed to be normal a tragedy happens.
Catalina's mother is involved in a car accident and sadly dies.
Too depressed to care about anything else, Catalina decides to commit suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.
She's saved by a beautiful boy, whose name she never gets to ask for.
Her father then sends her off to Portland, Maine with an aunt she's never met or heard of.
That's where she meets Aiden Lexington and Kole... two irresitible, beautiful, and almost anti-social boys.
To her surpise both boys befriend her. Aiden's sister (equally as beautiful) doesn't seem to like the idea so much though... but keeps to herself.
What Catalina believes to be a wish come true for her... may just turn out to be something she never knew was even possible to exsist.
She'll have to figure out what Aiden's family hides underneath the beauty and intelligence, why she was sent to this particular place, and who, or what, she really is...

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NorthernLights
Hazel Christine
 
Chapter One: Dear God
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old winds blew scattering the autumn colors on the leaves falling fromthe trees along the gold grass. I merely watched the dancing of the leaves from mysitting place on one of the many green painted benches in Golden Gate Park. Asthe wind blew through my long brown hair, I sat and waited for my father to calland announce his arrival at the park to pick me up. My mother dropped me off here to wait for him because, ever since their divorce, my father and she could not be within twenty feet of each other without arguing. For that reason alone, I sat allalone in the park.People passed me with out even a glance my way. It didn’t really bother meanyway because, in actuality, I was quite use to being overlooked here in SanFrancisco. I finally got tired of watching people pass me by and sitting down, sowith that thought in mind, I stood from the bench to venture the park surroundings.“Maybe I’ll get lost and not have to spend so much time with my father.” I thoughtto myself. Unfortunately, my cell phone rang right at that moment declaring myfathers appearance in the park.“Hello.” I answered already moving to the usual place where he would park. “I’mhere.” He said in a monotone hurried voice.“I know.” I replied with the same monotone but added a hint of irritation.There was certain hostility between my father and me. When I wasyounger, he loved having me around, but now that I was at the age of 16, he foundme a bore and nothing more than something that consumed his food and money.My father’s black Chevy Tahoe sat in the exact same place as all the other weekends when he would pick me up. My father was on his cell phone, as usual,yelling at his secretary, also as usual.“No, I said I wanted those files in today!” I situated myself in the car as myfather kept yelling into his black cell phone.Without even a ‘hello’, he took the car out of parking and drove off out of the park. It wasn’t until he finally hung up with his secretary that he realized I wasin his presence.“Hello, Catalina.” He greeted formally.“Good morning, father. How is work?” I replied with the same formal toneas his.“Difficult. I’d say extremely difficult.” I knew my father was talking abouthis employee’s being difficult rather than his actual work since he was a prettydamn good lawyer.
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He was an exceedingly well organized, punctual, and proper, “get thingsdone quickly” kind of guy while my mother, on the other hand, was mellow,sensitive, and calm, nature type of women. I was positive that is the reason for their divorce.“How is school going for you? Are all your grades A’s and B’s?” heinquired driving down the frenzied streets of San Francisco.“I’m sorry to inform you that I’m actually getting mostly B’s and C’s.” Istated to his disappointment.“Oh, I see…” he said with pure distaste in his voice. “Well, how about your friends…?” I raised my eyebrow with confusion.“What about them?” I questioned turning my head to look at him and try tostudy is expression.“Oh! So you do have friends!” the shock in his voice made me nauseous. Imerely rolled my eyes away from him.“Yes, I do have a few.” I did fail to mention that the only two real friends Ihad were moving away this very weekend and instead of spending as much time asI could with them before they were to leave, I was here with my dad, whom wouldrather not have me in his presence. Stupid custody order. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he questioned with much interest. “Nope.” I exhaled an answer tiredwith the conversation. It was somewhat impossible for me to have a conversationwith my father without getting bored after the first two questions he asked. Myfather picked up my irate mood and stopped trying to converse with me.It was a half hour drive to my father’s small house. I hated San Franciscowith a passion that was hard to put into exact words. The houses were just toosmall and smashed between one another; it was simply ridiculous! I didn’t see howany one could live in this city with all the noise and crazy people driving. Oh, anddon’t forget the extreme up hill and down hill streets that were scarier than roller coasters. My father’s house was right smack between a bright pink house and adull blue house. If the house was a lot bigger and located somewhere other thanthis city, it’d be a fairly elegant house. But stuck in the midst of the city from hell,it looked more like a doll house.My father helped me with my one bag of clean clothes and my backpack,which was his way of being a ‘father’. I lived mostly with my mother and onlyspent weekends and summer vacation with my father. I preferred it this way sincemy mother and I had more things in common than my father and me. I did have anolder brother, Jake, but he married only a few months ago to a woman namedStephañia and they lived in New York, another hell city, and rarely talked to me. Ido believe he and my brother had a better bond than I did with my father.“Catalina, I have a meeting to go to. Will you be alright on your own for awhile?” he questioned as he stood at the door of my room. I simply turned myhead and nodded. He said nothing else and, then, silently left.After I finished putting away the few clothes I had, I sat down on the bedand looked out the window. Unlike my mother’s house out in the country, when I
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