Everyone knew the Johnson's; they were a family of four; father, mother, daughter, and son. Each was blessed with brilliant golden-blonde hair, deep ocean-blue eyes, and a fair-peach complexion. The kids always got straight A's in school, Mr.Johnson worked as a doctor, and Mrs.Johnson worked as a nurse. They had a nice two-story white house with a white picket-fence. In the front yard, there was a brilliant emerald-green lawn, with a rainbow of flowers to accompany the look in a flower garden, as well as the flowers bordering the yard. In the backyard, there was a greenhouse, another flower garden, some open lawn space, and a mini-play area for their son and his friends when they came over, which rarely to never happened. They lived about a ten minute drive out of town, living on an open acridge, with pine, spruce, and other coniferous trees bordering the backyard of the property for extra privacy as well as decoration.

Currently, it was the first day of school. Gretta was entering her first day of grade 10, and Eric was entering his first day of grade 2. Both of them were so excited, beaming and ready to meet new students, or run into old friends. The siblings parted their ways when they got inside, going to their lockers, grabbing their things, and heading to class. The first thing Gretta noticed was the new kid, James Goodall. She had heard rumours about the new boy in town, who was 16, and drove his own, red and black, 1967 Chevrolet Camaro to and from school as well as around town. The kids in school were already pairing Gretta and James together, since he had rich chocolate-brown hair, deep auburn-brown eyes, and a nice peach-complexion as well. They would just look so cute together, and everyone agreed.

Gretta didn't end up getting to meet James officially during the first two classes, instead she had to wait until lunch-time to approach and speak to him.

"Hello, you must be James. I'm Gretta Johnson. It's really nice to meet you. We haven't had a new face in town for a while." She smiled, voice sing-a-song and smooth. He smiled back, getting a faint flush as he spoke up.

"Yeah, I'm James. It's nice to meet you too, Gretta."

The two spoke idly throughout the lunch break, and the rest of the school day and time that they had together. Finding that they got along quite well, they got each other's phone numbers and texted often throughout the rest of the night. Over the next two weeks, Gretta and James got to know each other more and texted often. Both, unbeknownst to the other, started developing feelings for each other.