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to me. I twirled it around in my fingers, inspecting the delicate petals, allowing my mind to wander to the DeRís family. A scratching noise at the window drew my attention, and I saw a big black crow looking in at me. He had a ring of silver feathers around his right eye that made him look like he was winking.
    “Shoo,” I said, waving my hand at him. He flew away.
    Without giving it any more thought, I placed the daisy on my nightstand and curled up in bed, pulling the quilt tightly around me.

Three
THE EQUESTRIAN CENTER
    M y first week was over, and I couldn’t believe how settled I felt after such a short time. In all the towns I’d lived in and schools I’d attended, I’d never clicked with anyone like I did with Caitlin. I had a feeling she was going to be a keeper. And Jennifer, Darren, and Killian seemed like people I would count as true friends.
    I also felt myself softening toward the quirky, slow-paced way of life. It was strange to say, but I was even looking forward to school next week. Of course, it helped that I had nothing to really miss from my old life. We’d moved almost every year since my mom died. As soon as the anniversary of her death rolled around, I would notice my dad getting restless. Before I knew it, the bags were packed, the car was loaded, and we were off again to “start over.” Our last “home” was Gloucester, Massachusetts. We’d lasted there longer than most places, but before I dared to hope for a second year in one school, Dad got the Kinsale offer.
    My friends in Gloucester were nice, but I had never had a best friend. It was my own fault, I guessed. One thing I learned early was not to form attachments—they only ended in tears. But now that I had a taste of how things could be, I didn’t want to go back to our odd sort of half life. I no longer wanted to feel displaced.
    The only blip in my new life was Adam DeRís. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. From my first day at school, he’d occupied my thoughts. His staring and awkwardness combined with my constantly tingling hands made me hyperaware of his presence in school. I ached just to get a glimpse of him.
    Saturday was torture. No school, no Adam. I spent most of the day at my desk, trying to catch up on schoolwork. It was three weeks into the school year here. I had missed the first two weeks and I had some serious studying to do. Senior cycle in Irish schools consisted of fifth year and sixth year, and at the end of sixth year students took a big exam that sounded like the SATs. It was called the Leaving Certificate, and what you got on the exam determined what you could study in college. True, I wasn’t set on going to college in Ireland, but I didn’t want to bomb any major tests either. I was ahead in some subjects, but way behind in others. Caitlin said she would help me out if I needed it, but Saturdays were busy for her, as she helped her mom out in their B and B.
    My torture was somewhat alleviated on Saturday night, when my dad arrived home and handed me a brand-new cell phone. Caitlin and I texted each other all night, plotting our visit to the Kinsale Equestrian Center the next day. Finally, Sunday arrived.
    Before we headed over, Caitlin swung by to pick me up. I was eager to show her around my new house, which I loved. It was set high up above the multicolored houses that crept along the sides of the roads in town. The harbor below us was banked on all sides by houses, shops, and restaurants, all stepped up on the surrounding slopes.
    From our porch, you could see the water from the harbor snaking its way out to sea and blending with the horizon. Our house was up a very narrow, steep road, through iron gates set into piers that were made of a red and sandy-colored stone. The driveway curved around in a big circle with a green in the middle of it. Dotted along the curving road were eight large, slightly elevated houses. They were all painted different colors. Ours was apple green.
    Caitlin had a