This book was so interesting, intriguing and other words that I just didn't want to put it down or part ways with it. So I did what I do best and I hid it where only I could fine and finally took the chance to get some sleep before I was forced awake to do more reading.

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Unknown's POV

On the other side of the world where the gang was meeting up, they didn't feel happy when Margareta wasn't around. Will was back home and hadn't seen the girl in months and it was devastating for him and he wasn't the only one. Everyone began to notice that Eddie the Freak Munson wasn't his same odd freaky self when the girl wasn't around. He didn't smile, he didn't laugh he simply went through the motions of life because he felt empty inside. There being a hole where the girl once was, the love he felt for her was beyond the world that he could recognize. Although he felt strongly for her, they weren't meant to be, they weren't soulmates and would never work out in the end. Sorrow would come to Margareta if she had the choice of sticking around when it came to Eddie. Because fate had plans for the freaky boy and she wouldn't like it not one bit, but that wasn't going to be changing now.

Of course, they tried to move forward and even Steve, Carol, and Tommy missed the spiteful, freaky and overbearing girl. They didn't know what happened to her, she didn't tell them the truth then again she wouldn't be allowed to tell them the truth anyway. She wouldn't see them again not in this lifetime anyway, and that would become painfully normal to the group in Indiana.

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Margareta's POV

When the time came to wake up and eat breakfast, I noticed my not so lovely parents were nowhere to be seen. So, I took the chance to eat whatever I decided was good for my breakfast or whatever I really craved of course. Once that was over I showered, got dressed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth and began my studies just as I had the days before. I started reading more on the whole soulmates thing and tried to cram as much in from the book before I heard my mother get home. Of course it had felt like minutes that I had gotten to read it, but turns out it had been two and a half hours before I heard arguing downstairs. This caused me to hide the book once more and pull out a different book the one I grabbed just happened to be on mythical beasts instead of what I really wanted to read.

I heard loud footsteps rushing up the stairs and the door to the study room was thrown open and in walked my very upset mother. She looked at me, her eyes confused and questioning as she looked at me studying like I had been told to. Of course, what she didn't know was I wasn't really reading this stupid book that I already read.

"Get up" She snapped

"What is it mother?, I'm studying like you asked of me?" I said

"Shut your stupid bratty mouth and follow me now" she snapped

I shut up immediately and quickly followed after her taking note of her fast pace, her mean look, her makeup choice and her choice of apparel. It was weird she seemed to be dressed like she was meeting someone important and me I was in a simple outfit, but she didn't seem to care enough. When she stopped I noticed my father also dressed for an occasion and sitting at the larger dinning room table. When we moved to London it seemed like we were royalty when it came to the style of our home or the Greenwood manor as mother called it now. It was large, dark and mysterious yet beautiful all at the same time, we had two dinning rooms, a ballroom, large kitchen. One that seemed to be more for parties or professional cooks and the other for basic needs that my mother could easily be in use of.

We had four living rooms two of those larger and the other smaller, a front room where a large chandelier hung on the very and rather tall ceiling. My room was like that of royalty, my own bathroom, a king sized bed, desk, vanity, and walk in closet of course. Then a large beauty and the beast styled library, a study room where you could find me often studying of course. The study room included a cauldron for brewing potions, a class case that held all kinds of ingredients for potions and spells. A few studying tables as if it had previously been a classroom for students to learn of course, but I wasn't sure if that was true of it's prior purpose or not. There were shelves of school books and proper utensils such as basic ones like pencils, pens, paper, tape and such things. While the other things that were more old fashioned and witch related included a quill, ink, parchment paper, wands, spell books, potion books, cauldrons, ingredients and more.