Home is Where the Heart Is

When Zoey was five, she experienced her first kiss from a guy she never liked before she had to leave the country the very next day. Twelve years later, she has returned home with her parents, to the same house and to the same Queensland. But now she has to go to highschool, rather than being home schooled, and guess who she literally runs into. Will there still be a spark between them, or will they learn the hard way, that home is where the heart is.

Chapter 1 – Home at last 

The vibrant blue sky, the warm yellow sand out front, the soft green grass out back, the songs of the birds; that tree on which I had my first kiss as a kid. This was home, not sunny, noisy California. Not busy, overworked New York. Neither California nor New York was home, neither was Japan, Tokyo, or England. No, sunny, lively Queensland was home. This was home! This huge house on the beach, with its little grass back yard. This was my home, and this was my room perhaps different to how it was as a child but still I could feel it in the carpet of the floor, and the sun shining down through the open wall windows. I was finally home, WITH my parents, whom are so overworked that they have to leave for Tokyo again in a few days, but we were home! I wouldn’t leave this place again, not to explore the world on my own, and not to run away with a boy I don’t even know. No, I wasn’t going to leave my home ever again because now that I was back, I had actually found the one place I belong. 

The soft grass on my feet, felt like heaven and I knew that I would miss it, with all of my little heart because this was my home, and no matter where we were going to go, no matter who I was going to meet, especially that mean rich kid who was hanging upside down in my tree. I didn’t like him much, he never talked to me, and when he did he said really mean things, and that’s not saying that every time he looked at me, he’d look at me funny but I had to be nice to him, just because his daddy was my daddy’s business partner. He was climbing out of my tree now; his back was turned towards me, not that I really cared... oh no, he was looking at me funny again, what with that big goofy grin on his face, and his eyes that looked like they could melt me where I sat.  

“You stay away from me.” The words tripped out of my mouth as I spoke, I didn’t like the way he looked at me, not at all. But he wouldn’t listen, he just kept coming towards me, I stood up and walked backwards towards the door. Trying with all my might to get away from him but he just kept on coming, with that stupid goofy grin. 

“Don’t take another step.” I tried to say powerfully, but it came out as a soft whine. I felt my back press against the door; he still continued to come closer towards me, there was no escape. I just hope it wasn’t going to hurt too much. I could feel him breathing on my neck; I could feel his eyes staring at me with no end and I could feel his hand on my chin, raising my face so that I would look at him. He was so close, too close, and there was no escape. He was going to hurt me, I just knew it.  

“Zoey, my Zoey.” He whispered before his lips came crashing down on to mine. I didn’t know what he was doing, but as his lips stayed on mine my eyes fluttered shut, and then before I had even really started to like it he pulled away, the big goofy grin back on his face.  

"Zoey!” My mother called. Her voice had awoke me from my day dream of my first kiss when I was five. I didn’t like boys at all then, I especially didn’t like Damien but neither the less he was my first kiss, the day after we had to leave for Japan. I never got to see him again. I always wondered if we were to return to Queensland if he would still be here, if he’d still be the same. I always wondered if he remembered the kiss, if he had changed but when my thoughts lingered to him, I pushed them away. That day I knew that he would hurt me, and he did but not in the way I had expected. He had had a huge effect on my heart and I was never able to love anyone, sure I had kissed guys and dated some guys too, but I never really loved anyone other than Damien. 

“Zoey, where are you?” My mother called again, and I sighed and turned away from the view of the beach. I would go down their later, once I unpacked. 

“I’m in my room mum.” I called back, before she walked into the room. My mother was a very elegant woman, I’ve been told by my father that he had met my mother at a New York fashion show, she had been one of their models and he had been a very rich boy from England. But as I was told they had fallen in love from the moment they laid eyes on each other.


“Hey, there’s my girl.” she cooed as she walked into my room and sat on my bare bed with me. She wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. 

“Why are you up here all alone? Why don’t we go out into town and do some shopping or watch that movie you’ve been dying to see, what was it letters to Romeo?” She rambled on. She had her heart in the right place but I could see that she didn’t want to do any of those things. I could see that she had a lot on her mind at the moment. 

“It’s ‘Letters to Juliet’ mum, and don’t worry. I was just about to unpack and then if I could find my bikini I was going to go down to the beach.” I forced a smile so that she could know that I was going to be just fine. She smiled back and gave me a squeeze. 

“Sometimes I worry that I leave you all alone and I know my job shouldn’t affect that but it does and so I worry even more. But your father and I have noticed that you’ve missed this place so much, and so we thought it would be best that we return, so that you can be happy honey. That’s all I want, is for you to be happy.” I could tell that she was on the verge of tears and to see my mother crying isn’t a very pretty sight. 

“Aw mum, please don’t cry. I am grateful that you and dad have done this for me, I’ve missed home so much and now we are finally back. Mum you wouldn’t believe what it feels like, it feels like heaven.” I replied, she wiped away her tears and smiled. She got up then, and stretched, she must have been just as sore as I was from the two day plane trip. 

“Alright then honey, I’ll leave you to unpack.” She said as she walked towards the door. She paused once she had got there and turned back to face me.


“And Honey,” she said. I looked up at her and smiled.


“Yes mum?” I replied.


“I love you.” She said before she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I turned back around to face the view of the beach again and mumbled “Yea, I love you too.”

The End

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