A new house suddenly appears at the end of the road and Adrienne is the only one that seems to notice. She also can't remember the inhabitants, Grayson and his brother Lonzac who is too good to be true and wants Adrienne to go away with him. But where?
What follows is an adventure that is literally out of this world.


1. Chapter One

I wasn’t going crazy. I wasn’t. It sure felt like I might be though.     

Chewing on my cereal I continued to stare out the window.

“What are you doing?”

Turning I found Mum gathering some papers together, which she promptly shoved in her briefcase. She was in a rush as usual.

“Nothing,” I said finishing off my breakfast.

I had been standing at the window for a while trying to determine whether I had finally lost my sanity. There was a new house. It had suddenly appeared overnight and I was the only one that seemed to notice.

“What are you staring at?” Pouring a cup of coffee, Mum offered it to me but I shook my head. “You’re not still on about that house are you?”

Scowling I put away my breakfast things. Earlier, upon my noticing of the new house, I had asked Mum about it. She had looked at me funny and asked if I was feeling ok.

“It’s always been there,” Mum had told me.

The house fit in with the rest of the neighbourhood, but where the road had once ended with an area of grass there was now a house. How was I the only one that seemed to find it strange?

“Who owns it then?” I asked now, crossing my arms and leaning back against the kitchen counter.

“Lonzac and his brother Grayson live there.” Taking a step towards me, Mum placed a cool hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling alright? You and Grayson are in the same classes at school. You’re good friends.” None of this was ringing a bell and Mum seemed to realise this. “You probably just haven’t woken up properly yet,” she said moving away. “Go and see him. You’ve done all your homework, haven’t you?” I nodded in reply and Mum smiled, saying, “Ok, well have a good day. I’ll be back after lunch. Look after your sister and no fighting.”

Doubting very much that there would be no fighting I hugged Mum before wandering off to brush my teeth. Gazing at myself in the mirror I decided that I must be going crazy, after all Mum seemed to know this Grayson and Lonzac well. Their names were strange. Were they foreign? More importantly, how could I forget them?

“Shell,” I called as I knocked on my sister’s bedroom door.

“What?” Was Shelly’s gruff reply, making me realise that I must have woken her up, although she always talked to me like that. We didn’t get on very well.

“I’m just popping over to see Grayson, won’t be long.”

Shelly was two years younger than me, so at fourteen she was allowed to be home alone. Even though the age difference was small, we were nothing alike. While I was a goody-two-shoes who always did her homework, was respectful, and rather boring to be honest, Shelly skipped school, always talked back and had been caught drunk or stoned on numerous occasions. We didn’t even look alike; I had a mane of mousy brown hair and was plain looking, whereas Shelly was beautiful with long blonde locks. I got the brains and Shelly got the looks.

“Jeez why don’t you two just go public already?”

I froze at Shelly’s comment. “What do you mean?”

She gave a harsh laugh that turned into a nasty cough. It served her right for smoking. “You go over there all the time. It’s obvious that you two are bonking.”

Gasping I felt my face grow red. “How dare you! We are not! It’s not like that at all!”

Flabbergasted at Shelly’s crudeness and the fact that I didn’t actually know what my relationship with Grayson was actually like, I listened as Shelly replied, “You’re right, why would he go for someone like you when he could have me.”

“You little . . .!” I grabbed the door handle, ready to go in there and tear Shelly’s face off, but the door wouldn’t budge. “You’ll pay for this,” I cried, pounding on the door.

Laughing, Shelly started to sing. “Adrienne and Grayson sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g!”

I groaned and ceased my pointless fist banging. I shouldn’t let Shelly get to me like that, but it was easier said than done. Shelly continued singing and I walked out the house, slamming the front door on my way out. Shelly could be so infuriating sometimes. What was I saying? More like all the time.

I was anxious about going to see Grayson, so I took my time approaching the relatively normal looking house. It was two storeys high, made of boring brick and had a front garden that consisted solely of grass. There was no car on the stone driveway. Pausing at the front door I took a deep breath and told myself to relax. Mum hadn’t said anything bad about the two brothers that lived in this house. Chances were that I did know Grayson and Lonzac and that I had fallen out of bed during the night and hit my head, resulting in my present state of memory loss.

Thinking about last night made me recall the flash of light I’d glimpsed when I had been crawling into bed. I had leapt at the window and peeled back my curtains just in time to see a shooting star whizz by, impossibly close. I could have reached out and touched it.

“Adrienne.” The voice was pleasant and I whirled around to see that it belonged to a friendly looking teenaged boy.

“Grayson?” I hazarded a guess, hoping that he didn’t notice the way my voice raised in question.

Smiling, he gestured for me to go inside. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?” asked Grayson, his brown eyes teasing.

I nodded, not really paying attention as I was too engrossed in noting details about Grayson and the house. Grayson’s hair was brown and stylishly cut. He was wearing jeans and a pale green t-shirt. The hallway that we stepped inside was modern with white walls which were bare except for a large unfamiliar painting that covered one wall. Wide and elegant wooden stairs led to the second floor. There was a plush biscuit coloured carpet beneath my feet and I got the feeling that I had just stepped into a show home.


I was drawn from my thoughts as Grayson peered at me, grinning crookedly.


“Are you ok?” he asked leaning against the banister.

“I didn’t sleep very well.”

Lines of worry formed around Grayson’s eyes. “Really, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” I couldn’t exactly tell him that I didn’t remember him or his house at all. “Where’s Lonzac?” I changed the subject swiftly, hoping that Grayson wouldn’t notice.

“He’s out of course.” Sighing, Grayson gestured for me to follow him as he walked through to the living room. “But he said that he will be at the party later.”

With pristine sofas, a huge widescreen TV, and a bookcase and coffee table, the living room was also giving off a show home vibe.

“What party?” I asked, sitting down only to be swallowed up by the sofa.   

“Rebecca’s party,” said Grayson giving me a funny look. “Dionne told me that it’s social suicide not to go.”

I nodded. Dionne was my best friend and in this particular case she was right. If you didn’t go to Rebecca’s party then you weren’t worth knowing, apparently.

“Great.” Rubbing my temple I wondered how I could have forgotten about something as momentous as Rebecca’s party.

“Do you still want Lonzac to pick you up?”

“Uh yeah that would be great.”

How old was Lonzac then if he could drive? Surely he was too old to be hanging out with a bunch of year elevens?

Grayson suddenly grabbed my hand, interrupting my thoughts, and pulled me to my feet. “That reminds me, you promised to help me plan my outfit for tonight.”

That sounded more like something Dionne would do, but my protests were ignored as Grayson led me upstairs.



Dionne came over to mine that evening and we got ready for the party together.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Dionne told me, applying a fifth layer of lip-gloss to her already plump lips. With her dark skin and sultry looks Dionne was gorgeous.

“No it’s not,” I said grumpily as I tried to tame my hair. “The popular crowd will just ignore us as they mess around in the hot tub and drink beer. We will be left standing on the outside, as usual, with all the other rejects.”

“I am not a reject, thank you very much.” She huffed, smacking her lips together. “No one rejects Dionne Groves. I reject them.”

Rolling my eyes I watched as she stood up and adjusted her top so that she was showing just the right amount of cleavage. “I can’t believe you’re wearing that miniskirt. Your mum would totally kill you if she knew.”

“I know, isn’t it great?” Dionne laughed turning to me. “What are you wearing to the party? You’re not going like that are you?” Her expression told me that she didn’t approve of my clothes at all.

Hurt I looked down at my skinny jeans and t-shirt. “What’s wrong with this outfit?”

“Adrienne, you will never get a boyfriend if you dress like that all the time.”

“Who says I want a boyfriend? I would gladly become a nun if mum would let me.”

Dionne’s expression softened. “Because of Jason, right? You need to forget about him. He’s a douche-bag.” Leaning down she hugged me. “Come on, we’re gonna make him wish that he never cheated on you.”

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