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1. cloudedcollabs
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   January 26, 2012 5:57pm UTC
   •Tragedy•
   Scarlett; Chapter Twenty-Eight And 1/2
   "SCARLETT! Do you know how hard it is to not HATE you right now?!" Phoebe screamed into the phone.
   "Shut up, Phoebe," I muttered into the receiver, knowing that she wouldn't hear it over her rage. Calming myself, I forced myself to grit my teeth into a tight half-smile.
   "Go ahead Phoebe," I probed mockingly. "Let me hear it."
   Phoebe exhaled sharply. "I told Zoe to stop! I made her save Trevor for you! I made her turn her back on me, just so you could run around kissing other boys, having the time of your life in New York?! I HATE you, Scarlett. I really do."
   At that point, two things happened at once. First, I realized something. I was glad that she hated me. Nemma and I had only been putting up with her for Zoe's sake. Secondly, Nemma launched herself at the phone. I hadn't realized Nemma had been listening to the conversation, but Phoebe was on speaker, so I guess it was inevitable. Nemma snatched the cell from my hand and glared, as if Phoebe could see it.
   "Phoebe. You are the most awful person I have ever met in my entire life and I hope I never see you again." She emphasized every word. "You're the most ignorant, whiny, self-absorbed person I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. If you even think about talking to me or Scarlett one more time, I swear your bones will be shattered like the world has never seen before, do you understand?"
   I stood a few feet away from Nemma, gaping like an idiot. I had never seen her so mad. And she certainly hadn't gone off on someone like that ever before. I heard a soft crackling from the other line as Phoebe struggled to respond.
   "I.. but.. she's.." Phoebe sputtered.
   I heard Phoebe shriek in despair, and the line went dead.
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2. cloudedcollabs
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   December 19, 2011 10:31pm UTC
   •Tragedy•
   Scarlett; Chapter Twenty-Eight
   I should have woken up the next morning drowning in regret and guilt. I should have been humiliated for being with Connor when Trevor was waiting for me back home. But unfortunately, that was not at all what happened.
   “Scar! You lazy poop, get up!” Nemma yelled, taking my feet in a death-hold and dragging me onto the floor.
   I rolled my eyes at her childish language, but the plush carpet covered my face.
   “Whyyyyyy?” I groaned, dragging the word out unintentionally because of my lack of sleep. “Is this about Chris and Connor?” I asked, secretly hopeful that it would be.
   “Yes! We’re going to breakfast together. Now get up!”
   Nemma and I spent the next hour transforming ourselves into presentable human beings, and Trevor slowly crept into my mind. I shrugged him away as I finished applying my eyeliner.
   Nemma led me down the hallway to the elevator, and I tried to control my excitement. We sat in anticipation on leather chairs in the lobby for a minute before Connor and Chris met us. Chris wrapped his arm around Nemma’s shoulder, and Connor took my hand in his as Chris led us to his Lexus.
   As I climbed into the backseat, I admired the interior of the car. My nerves during my previous ride in Chris’ Lexus stopped me from fully taking in the beauty of the car.
   Trevor rode a bike.
   Shut up, I told myself. Stop comparing them. It’s like comparing an apple to a blackberry—the phone version.
   As we sped down the road to breakfast, I couldn’t help but smile as Nemma rested her head on Chris’ shoulder. Connor turned his head toward me and studied my expression before smiling and leaning to whisper something to Chris. Chris beamed and nodded at Connor, and Nemma jerked her head away to pull out her phone. A minute later, my phone vibrated in my lap. Nemma’s name lit up my screen, and I angled my body away from Connor to read the text in secrecy.
   Lmao Scar, you needa kiss your bf, todaayy! He’s so sweet, forreal. It read. I sighed contently and looked up to find Nemma staring at me anxiously, awaiting a response. I rolled my eyes as we parking in the front of Golden Brick Diner.
   An hour and a half later, Chris and Connor paid and we all left the diner. Nemma unhooked her arm from Chris’ and ran up to where I was stepping into the car after Connor. She gave me a forceful shove, and I flew into the seat next to Connor. Nemma winked at me, and I glared at her. She grinned and slipped into the passenger seat. Another hour passed, and the four of us had been talking over peppermint hot chocolate for half an hour.
   “Well, we should go,” Chris grinned knowingly at Nemma.
   As if on cue, Nemma blurted, “Chris, I left my jacket in your car. Will you take me to get it?”
   “Of course,” Chris smiled goofily, taking Nemma’s arm and walking her out the lobby doors. She didn’t notice my flaming glare.
   “I… I should go,” I mumbled, standing up. I took a step away from Connor, but he grabbed my waist gently. My heart stopped, and he gazed into my eyes, smiling a beautiful grin.
   “Scarlett?” he asked softly, keeping his hands around my waist. I meant to run from him, to stay out of his trap of flawlessness, but my brain wasn't controlling my limbs.
   “Yes?” I whispered, barely audible.
   And he pressed his lips against mine.
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3. cloudedcollabs
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   December 17, 2011 8:25pm UTC
   •Tragedy•
   Zoe; Chapter Twenty-Seven
   We were on the beach, Trevor and I. Our feet were totally submerged in cool sand. The sun was setting, creating a beautiful blend of colors in the sky. It was perfect to say the least. Then Trevor turned his head and caught my attention. He tipped his head to the side a bit, leaned in, and…
   That’s when I woke up.
   I glanced at my clock in bewilderment. It read “3:15” in obnoxiously red letters.
   “Ugh.” My voice was groggy and not at all attractive.
   I reached for my brand new iPhone in the darkness. No messages, from anyone. Not even from Scarlett, who was bound to know about Trevor and me by now. I had Phoebe to thank for that one.
   My fingers raced across the screen, typing what seemed like jibberish at the time. My mind was clouded and my thoughts were scrambled. I suppose that’s what less than two hours of sleep does to you. After composing what looked like a sensible rant, I pressed ‘Send’ with a feeling of accomplishment. I had addressed the text to Phoebe, and it basically said that I didn’t give a crap; Trevor and I were together whether she liked it or not. I slept peacefully after that.
   “Zoe!” An arm laced around my shoulder. The familiar voice gave me butterflies.
   “Hey, Trevor.” I had asked him to meet me here at Carla’s.
   “What’s up? You uh, wanted to talk to me about something…” He took a seat next to me at a checkered picnic table. Those hazel eyes looked at me intently.
   “Yeah.” I reached for a strand of my red hair before continuing; I twirl it when I’m nervous. “I just, I wanted to know… what… what are we?” I stuttered and stumbled over words before finishing the sentence. I was mortified, and as a result, twirled the strand of hair over and over again until it was no longer straight.
   There was no reply for a very, very long time. To be honest, I’m not very sure that Trevor knew what we were either. A couple? No, no. Too formal. Friends with benefits? Now that just made me sound slutty.
   “We can be whatever you want us to be,” Trevor said after long contemplation. I could tell he was proud of his answer because as soon as he said it, he grinned.
   “You… you don’t miss her at all?” I wanted Trevor to myself, I did, but it surprised me that he didn’t bring up Scarlett.
   Trevor’s cheeky grin disappeared as quickly as it had come, and a frown replaced it. I had touched upon a sore subject. I wanted to apologize, but I knew that would only make things worse.
   “Of course I miss her.” His voice was suddenly hoarse, like someone had just punched him in the stomach. “But she’s with some guy in New York. She’s not worth it anymore.”
   Despite his efforts to hide it, Trevor was heartbroken.
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4. cloudedcollabs
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   December 6, 2011 7:42pm UTC
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   Phoebe; Chapter Twenty-Six
   "PHOEBE!" mom screamed, informing me that it was time for yet another doctor's visit. A few days had passed since Zoe's visit.
   "Coming!" I yelled back. I slipped a fuzzy sock onto my foot without a cast. My crutches were just beyond reach. Hopping on one foot, I managed to grab my crutches, put my cell phone on my dresser, and wobble out the bedroom door. I made my way into the car and climbed in. We headed to the doctor's office. Once we were there, the nurse guided us to a special room for patients like me. As if they'd had another patient who was picked up by wind and slammed down onto pavement from hundreds of feet in the air. I don't think so. The doctor abruptly entered the room, startling my mom.
   "Hello, Phoebe! You appear to be recovering well!" he exclaimed. Dr. Gardner always seemed extremely happy, no matter what.
   "Hi..." I muttered, not being the happiest person in the world; covered in casts and stitches.
   "Let's see here..." the doctor said. He was poking, prodding, rotating, pressing, pulling, and looking over every wound on my body. After determining that the cast on my left arm could be removed and replaced with a splint, he called in an assistant. She kindly removed the cast after messing with my arm some more.
   "The bone... hasn't exactly healed the way we expected. This splint may feel a little uncomfortable, but know its repositioning your radius and ulna so you won't have mutated arms," the nurse said in a cheery, high pitched voice.
   "Whatever. I just don't want the stupid cast on anymore," I grunted, examining the splint. After we left the doctor's office, mom and I headed to Carla's for some ice cream. Surprisingly, I noticed Zoe walking in before me.
   "Hey! Zoe! Why-" I stopped mid-sentence. Who was that ordering ice cream that she kept watching? Then he turned. I knew immediately who it was. Trevor.
   "What are you doing with Trevor?" I asked, a bit of shock in my voice as I spoke. " Zoe turned.
   "He, uh, was coming to Carla's and, uh, invited me to come along..." she said softly in an unconvincing way.
   "Okay," I said. "Why are you actually here?"
   "I ran into him today and since he asked me to dinner a few nights ago after I was at your house he texted me today asking if I wanted to go to Carla's," Zoe said. Her words were slurred together like she was trying to keep it a secret.
   "Zoe! You can't do this to Scar! Imagine if you were her, coming back to find some other girl with your boyfriend. How would you feel?!" I nearly yelled. For a millisecond, I saw a flash of guilt wave across her face.
   "She's in New York, Phoebe!" Zoe said, trying to remove any sign of shame.
   "Scar probably has another guy after her now." I couldn't take it. That is definitely a fundamental rule of being a girl. Do NOT, under any circumstances, date your best friend's boyfriend. ESPECIALLY if they are still together. I grabbed my dripping strawberry cone from my mom and stormed out of Carla's without another word. I usually wasn't the temperamental one, but now Zoe was taking away from someone I cared about. And I was determined to do what it took for Scar's sake. Surely she hadn't found another boyfriend that she liked better...
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5. cloudedcollabs
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   October 25, 2011 6:56pm UTC
   •Tragedy•
   Scarlett; Chapter Twenty-Five
   “What’s wrong?” I asked Nemma, as she groaned and flopped down onto her bed.
   “Phoebe. Like always.” Nemma made a gargling sound and drowned her strawberry in Reddi Whip.
   “Ew; you fatty,” I joked, and she flung the strawberry at me. I jumped, but the strawberry hit my left eye.
   “Ewwww! Nemma!” I squealed, beaming with childish pleasure. I temporarily forgot the comment she had made about her expectancy of my kiss with Connor. Temporarily. Remembering it, I swung my legs off the bed. I grabbed my phone and darted into the bathroom. Sitting on the side of the bathtub, I traced my toes around the cool tile flooring. I dialed Trevor’s number, and glanced up at the clock above the door. 11:57. After a few rings, I hear Trevor’s calm voice float through the phone, wrapping me with sincerity. Unfortunately for me, the voice was recorded, and played when Trevor didn’t have his phone. Which is never, unless he’s at the beach or with family. I sighed and slugged back to the main room. I slung the phone back onto my bed, and collapsed onto the pullout sofa next to a gleaming back mini-fridge.
   “Who’d you call?” Nemma inquired nonchalantly, popping another strawberry into her mouth.
   “Trevor. . .” I muttered under my breath, not knowing whether or not I wanted her to hear.
   “Hm?” Nemma inquired, raising an eyebrow.
   “Never mind,” I told her, standing up. I grabbed my computer from a desk and checked my email. I had no new emails from actual people, so I pulled up Facebook. Three new messages. I took a millisecond to calculate the chances that one could be from Trevor before hitting the icon with some extra force. One from Phoebe, one from Zoe, and one from Trevor. My heart raced. I clicked on the message from Phoebe, but I only scanned it before switching to the message from Zoe. It was a little bit awkward, in a way. She sounded unsure of herself, even though she was just asking me how I was and how the trip was. She was hesitant to say anything, sort of how you would talk to someone you’ve just met. I was about to switch to the message from Trevor when the last few sentences of Zoe’s message caught my eye.
   “When will you be home…? Trevor misses you ;) See ya soon”. I recognized her intent immediately. Obviously, she wanted to sound innocent while alerting me to the fact that she had been with, or at least talked to Trevor, since I had left with Nemma. I had used the tactic many times, on multiple people throughout the years. I was a tiny bit puzzled at the sudden change of her emotion. Figuring I might be able to find out more from Trevor, I clicked on his message.
   “Hey Scar, just wanted to let you know I miss you and I’m so excited to see you ;) Phoebe and Zoe are super excited, too. See you soon :), Trevor”.
   My heart stopped. He was using the same tactic as Zoe had in her message. I was shocked that he could do anything so low. Nemma noticed my breathless look and regarded me hesitantly.
   “Scar? You okay?” she asked.
   “Yeah,” I lied. “I’m fine.”
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6. cloudedcollabs
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   October 15, 2011 8:58pm UTC
   •Tragedy•
   Zoe; Chapter Twenty-Four
   Ring.
   Trevor’s number blinked on the screen of my pay-by-the-minute phone. I picked it up with breakneck speed. The ringtone barely had the chance to play before I pressed ‘accept.’
   “Hey, Trevor.” I smiled as I said this, butterflies rising in my stomach. I made an attempt to not sound excited, but it failed.
   “Hey, Zoe. I was just wondering if you wanted to go Luigi’s. I’ve got this coupon for a free dinner, and it kind of expires today.” He laughed his perfect laugh.
   “Classy,” I snickered.
   It was the day after the Trevor had shown up on my porch and introduced himself. We had exchanged jokes, and eventually, cell phone numbers. Of course, asking me to lunch was only a friendly gesture. He missed Scarlett, and so did I. Keeping each other company seemed like the logical thing to do.
   “I try. So, you up for it?”
   “Definitely, I’m starving.”
   “Perfect. Meet me at Luigi’s in ten.”
   I didn’t even say goodbye before I hung up. But the moment I did, I began jumping up and down in pure joy. Sure, this wasn’t a date. It was far from that. But I wasn’t going to let that bother me.
   I walked to Luigi’s, my hands in my jean’s pockets. I was really anxious to see Trevor. When I opened the door to the restaurant, he was sitting at a booth by a window. Noticing me, he waved and mouthed, “Over here!”
   I sat across from him and placed my hands on the granite table. “This was cool of you. Really.”
   “Friends of Scar’s are friends of mine.” Trevor’s crooked smile made my heart skip a beat... or two.
   “Friends. Just friends.” I repeated this over and over in my head, not that it did any good. The want for Trevor to take my hands in his was more overwhelming than ever.
   Overall, I had an amazing time. We enjoyed a cheese pizza pie and a countless number of Cokes. Trevor paid with his coupon. He told me about himself, and I told him about myself. Turns out, his parents were separated as well. He had a seven-year-old sister named Anna. His favorite color was green.
   Trevor insisted on walking me home, even though I lived only a few minutes away. He claimed he needed me for protection, which made me giggle.
   “Well, see you Trevor.”
   We were standing in my driveway, listening to the sound of cicadas in the bushes. The Florida air was warm, but comfortable. The dark sky was dotted with stars.
   “See you Zoe. I had fun.”
   And he kissed me on the cheek.
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7. cloudedcollabs
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   August 11, 2011 11:40pm UTC
   •Tragedy•
   Nemma; Chapter Twenty-Three
   After an embarrassing day of playing tennis with the boys, Scar and I were ready for our midnight swim. I pulled on a lacy white bikini and tousled my hair. Scar had on a bright pink swimsuit and a messy ponytail that she had been working on for an hour. The clock turned to eleven thirty, and we hustled to the elevator. Once we reached the lobby, our silly gaits turned to model-like struts. Chris and Connor were waiting by the waterside, and rose when we walked up. Chris's arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close to him, causing my breath to leave me. Connor had taken Scarlett's hand and was fondling hair between his fingers. Once Chris released me I peeled off my dress and threw it on a chair. Together Scar and I cannon-balled in the crystal blue water, lit up by underwater lights. The boys dove in after us and Chris's hand wrap around my ankle. He pulled me under with him and we frolicked together until our air ran short.
   Connor and Scar were sitting on the stairs talking about who knows what. I watched them with a smile, until I felt Chris's hand cover mine in a wonderful intertwining grip. He pulled me to the deep end, where my feet couldn't even brush the bottom. The smile on his face seemed to grasp my heart; I couldn't bear to turn away from it. Suddenly his arms touched me, drew me towards him. Our eyes met, and he leaned close enough for me to smell. I tilted my head up, and our mouths locked.
   "Nemma, you have made me proud." Scar smiled at me over a massive bowl of strawberries room service had brought us. It was the morning after our night swim, when Chris and I had kissed. I stuck one of the red berries into my mouth, and rolled my eyes.
   "Now it's your turn with Connor." I smiled mischievously at my sister, and she grinned. But her pleasure did not last for more than a second. I knew that Trevor had crossed into her mind, and she was trying to decide what choice to make. Deep inside me I hoped that she went with Connor, because Trevor just wasn't a good match for her.
   My train of thought was interrupted by the vibrating of my phone. I had been expecting it to be from Chris, but it was the complete opposite. Phoebe.
   It was kind of a rough, bossy message, stating that Scar had better not be running around with any boys because she still had Trevor back home and she had saved him from Zoe.
   "Yeah right, Phoebe." I muttered under my breath, deleting the text.
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8. cloudedcollabs
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   August 11, 2011 9:38pm UTC
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   Scarlett; Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Two
   ”You go, Nemma,” I mentally sent her the message. ”You got swaaaaagg.”
   I silently giggled at myself as Chris pulled another ball out of the ball hopper. He served it over to Connor, who sailed the ball over the net and back to Chris. Chris then aimed the ball at me. I pushed my racquet out in front of the ball and sighed of relief when the ball rebounded from it with a ton of force. The ball flew over the net, right at Chris. I gasped when I saw the ball’s potential path. Following my hypothesis, the ball flew right into his head, knocking him a few inches backwards.
   Twenty minutes and many apologies later, Nemma and I were walking off the courts.
   “Ewww, I’m so sweaty,” I groaned, frowning.
   “I smell so goooddd,” Nemma sang under her breath, sending both of us into a fit of hysterical giggles. After showering and getting dressed for lunch, Nemma and I walked down to the hotel café. We bought our salads and walked up to our hotel room. We passed Nemma’s dad in the hallway, and he informed us of the midnight swim he had planned for the night.
   “Your dad is so cool,” I sighed, settling down across from Nemma on my bed.
   “You mean our dad?” Nemma asked.
   I was surprised that Nemma was so nonchalant about sharing her father. I guess she was just the easygoing type. As she picked at the cherry tomatoes in her salad, I thought about how grateful I was that she and I were on good terms again. I wouldn’t have been able to take much more time without my Nemma.
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9. cloudedcollabs
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   August 11, 2011 9:26pm UTC
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   Scarlett; Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One
   “SCARLEEETTTT!!!!” Nemma shouted directly into my ear the next morning.
   I grabbed a pillow and wrapped it around my head, blocking out the sound—for the most part.
   “Scaaaaarr, wake uuupppp!” Nemma rolled off of my bed, making a thud on the plush carpet.
   “Why?” I groaned, following Nemma’s lead with a plop on the floor. We stood up, grabbing
   each other for support, and wobbling over to our shared dresser.
   “We’re going to play tennis at the hotel courts with Chris and Connor,” she shared excitedly,
   her tiredness suddenly wearing off. She rushed me to pull on the extra set of tennis clothes
   that she had brought, ignoring me when I asked her why in the world she had brought them.
   “It’s not importaaaannnttt,” se had muttered, pulling up the tiny black skirt.
   After breakfast and a lip-gloss reapplication break, we were out on the dull green courts.
   Connor and Chris were already there, serving up points in their crisp white tennis gear.
   Nemma and I walked over to the court next to theirs, announcing that we were going to
   warm up against the backboard. It only took us a few moments to realize that tennis was
   not our “thing”. After five minutes of running ourselves tired all around the half-court, aimlessly
   flailing our racquets at the speeding bright green balls, we sat on the edge of the court
   hopelessly. Chris and Connor invited us to play on their court, and although
   emma and I both knew that it was a terrible idea, we couldn’t resist the offer. Nemma walked
   over to join Chris, and I proceeded to take my position next to Connor. Chris served the ball,
   and Connor hit it back at Nemma. It was a hittable ball, but not for someone with no tennis
   experience. Nemma swung for the ball, and lobbed it high over the fence lining the courts.
   She looked slightly embarrassed, but she brushed it off.
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10. cloudedcollabs
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    August 11, 2011 8:28pm UTC
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    Zoe; Chapter Twenty-One
    “Hey.” I sheepishly entered Phoebe’s room. She was relaxing in her bed, wincing whenever she had to move a muscle. Upon seeing this, I felt extreme pity. I scanned her for a moment. Her extensive wounds were showing improvement.
    “Hey!” Her expression lit up the room, despite her pain. “Come sit.” She grinned and motioned for me to sit next to her. I did. Despite our time spent away from each other, awkwardness was not present. I was comfortable around Phoebe.
    Phoebe pushed me playfully. “So, this Trevor kid…”
    I stopped her mid sentence. “Oh god, don’t tell me you’re on Scar’s side. The girl is probably living it up in New York right now… Getting with guys. And Trevor is here in Florida, without a clue. He deserves better, I’m telling you.” I shook my head furiously, disgusted.
    “I’m not on anyone’s side, Zoe. And maybe she is. But then again, she might not be.” Phoebe lifted a casted arm and rested it on my shoulder. The action was simple, but it did not fail to calm me.
    I let out a heavy sigh. I hated when she was right. Nevertheless, Phoebe was the person who kept my head screwed on straight, and I was eternally grateful for her.
    I wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. “Can you believe they just left us like that, though?!” I slammed my fists down on her bed.
    Phoebe shrugged. “I can, actually.” She inspected her stitches nonchalantly. “Nemma never liked me, and Scarlett is her best friend. You can put two and two together.”
    I suppose I could have. I just never wanted to.
    Phoebe eventually had to leave for physical therapy, which meant I had to go home. I said goodbye to her and Ms. Wilkes. Phoebe whispered this in my ear as I was walking out the door:
    “And don’t you dare get any ideas, Zoe. Trevor and Scar are together, whether you like it or not. You won’t go anywhere near him, you got it?” She spoke to me in the same tone my mother did.
    The sun was just about to set. I was sitting on my house’s porch, a can of soda in hand. I was busy wondering what Scarlett and Nemma could have been doing when someone called my name.
    “Zoe! Hey, you’re Zoe right?” The person came towards my house. I couldn’t make out who they were until they were standing on my front steps. That unmistakable crooked smile gave it away. Trevor.
    “Listen, this is going to sound so stupid, but I was jogging down your street when I saw you. I pulled you out of the water that one day at beach, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m Trevor, by the way.”
    “Oh yeah!” I said, attempting to be surprised. “Thanks so much for that. Seriously, I cannot thank you enough.” I grinned. “I’m fine though. Yup, you’re Scar’s boyfriend.” I tried my hardest not to get jealous when I said that last part. If I did, it would most certainly show.
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    August 10, 2011 3:04pm UTC
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    Phoebe; Chapter Twenty
    I awoke with a start. Where was I? Was I dead? Surely... They must have pulled the plug by now. Life support must have been taken away. I couldn't see very far, and everything looked white.
    "Am I in heaven?" I whispered under my breath. Someone must have heard me, as I see the faint outline of a person.
    "DOCTOR!" I hear the person shout. "It's Phoebe! Phoebe Wilkes! She came out of her coma!"
    Hearing this, I came to the sudden realization that this wasn't heaven, and the coma had just disrupted my vision. I had miraculously survived. An older man swiftly rushed in, watching my eyes open for the first time in-- how long had I been in a coma? The man, Doctor Briggs according to his name sewn on his scrubs, told me about what was going on. Both of my parents were waiting in the waiting room for me. I had been unconscious for three weeks. Three of my limbs were broken, and I had a total of twenty- three stitches on my body. I had never even broken a bone until now. Three weeks in a coma! What had I missed? My family came in. They hugged me, but it was painful. The hurricane had done severe damage to all of my body. After a few days of rest, I called Zoe.
    "PHOEBE!" she nearly shouted. "I'm on my way!" Without even saying hello, I had another visitor on her way. I proceeded to call Scar and Nemma. They had similar responses, and came as well. When Zoe came, she explained everything to me. About Trevor. About Scar and Nemma. About Scar's parents. How she was in the hospital. She stayed by my bedside for quite some time. Then Scar came. Her expression was bright when she saw me awake, but as she saw that Zoe was there, her smile faded.
    "Hey... the nurse asked if you could leave so that I could visit." she said.
    "I should leave anyway, I have to be home soon," Zoe said, walking out the door. Scar still seemed in shock and didn't look very happy.
    "Why...?" I inquired of Scar.
    "Well, today at Carla's..." she began.
    "Is this about how she likes your boyfriend?"
    "I don't want to think about it!" she shouted.
    "Sorry..." I inched back on my uncomfortable hospital bed in fear.
    "It's okay," Scar whispered, now almost in tears. "I shouldn't have yelled. It's just... She just can't like Trevor. He's mine."
    "I know what you mean..." I said. "It'll be okay."
    We talked for a while, and then she had to go. Nemma didn't come over, but I knew she wouldn't. She didn't like me much anyway. Several hours later, they let me out of the hospital. I had physical therapy every day for a month. No life for a month... I had casts on both legs and one arm, bandages around my head, and stitches that hurt whenever I moved. No Carla's... No beach... This was going to be the worst month ever. Scar called me later that afternoon.
    "Hey, Phoebe? Nemma and I are going to New York with our dad. Just wanted to let you know!" I simply responded, "Oh... okay. Bye!" and hung up. I had a long month in front of me. Scar and Nemma couldn't be gone for more than a week, and Zoe had several other things to do, so I had some time to get better. I emailed Scar a few times, and went to bed. I woke up the next day to my phone ringing. It was Zoe.
    "Hey, can I come over?" she asked.
    "Sure," I said. "But only for a few hours. I have physical therapy at 1:00pm."
    "I'm coming!" Zoe said. I eased my way out of bed, putting on some clothes. Every move I made hurt. This was going to be a long day.
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    Nemma; Chapter Nineteen
    "OHMIGOSH HIS NUMBER!" I yowled with all the might in my petite body. "I can't believe Chris gave me his nummmber!" I threw myself onto the bed next to Scarlett and grinned. She looked ghastly; her hands clenched a slip of paper with white knuckles.
    "Yeah yeah, that's great. Just great," She muttered, not directly.
    "Wait, you're not happy about tonight?!" I creased my forehead at her. ''Ugh, not Trevor. Come ON Scarlett! He's over a thousand miles away! Have a little fun. After all, you are the party girl at school." I growled some more words at her then flipped over, facing away from her. "Oh, and we're going to Bloomingdale's tomorrow."
    "Wake up!" I whacked Scarlett with an extra-firm pillow. She gave a cry of protest and jumped up to prevent my further assaults. We got dressed in a hurry then rushed out to the streets. The massive store wasn't far and we spent several hours just browsing racks and frequenting the fitting rooms. We ended the spree with heavy bags and happy smiles. I had even gotten Scar to relieve to me her buried feelings for Connor.
    "I think I'm going to call Connor." Scarlett beamed at me as she dialed the number. "Hey Connor?"
    I turned away and sent a text to Chris, asking if he wanted to hang out again. I didn't know whether to be worried or pleased that he answered almost as soon as I sent the question, saying that he would love to. We decided to just hang out in the hotel, and Scarlett and Connor decided to join us. We learned that the boys actually went to our high school . They both were both seniors, and came from rich families. I liked the way that Chris's dark hair flopped onto his forehead. He watched me very intently with eagle eyes, and I shifted uncomfortably. I noticed how close Scarlett and Connor were sitting. Their heads were bowed towards each other and both shook with laughter. My phone buzzed, and I was interested when it said that it came from Scar. She wanted to alert me of her growing passion for Connor, even though it was obvious. Trevor was forgotten, for now.
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    Scarlett; Chapter Eighteen, Part Two
    By 5:45, Nemma and I were done adjusting our hair, applying makeup to make ourselves look older, and slipping into the matching dresses we had bought at the airport. I paired mine with a circular silver necklace and light brown sandals, while Nemma put on small gold hoops and gold flats. Taking a look in the mirror, we complimented each other for one last time before heading downstairs.
    We were greeted in the lobby by Chris, whose name I had learned in the hotel room, and one of his friends, who introduced himself as Connor. Connor linked his arm in mine, and Chris did the same to Nemma. The gesture made me slightly uncomfortable, but still put butterflies in my stomach as Nemma and I each looked behind our male companions and winked at each other.
    By 6:30, we were seated at the show, which turned out to be The Lion King. The show was fantastic, and Nemma and I later agreed that it was one of the best we had ever seen, if not the best. We arrived at the hotel, and Nemma slid out of the front seat of Chris' Black Lexus, followed by Chris, who had driven. Connor held the door open for me, and we all joined together in front of the hotel.
    “Thanks so much for taking us!” Nemma said excitedly, making the awkward silence less awkward.
    ”Oh thank you, Nemma” I thought to myself.
    “Yeah, thanks so much,” I said, smiling.
    “All right, we’ll see you around,” Chris smiled.
    “See ya,” Connor echoed, and as he and Chris brushed past Nemma and I, he slid a piece of paper into my hand. Nemma and I watched as the two boys stepped into the car and slowly entered the hotel parking lot to park the car. Nemma grabbed my hand and pulled me all the way up the eleven flights of stairs without making a sound. When we entered the room, Nemma let out a shocking scream as she opened up the small piece of paper that Chris had obviously given her. I opened mine, but didn’t make a sound. A phone number—obviously Connor’s—was handwritten in perfect calligraphy on the strip of paper. The whole experience was turning out way too close to a date than I could handle.
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    Scarlett; Chapter Eighteen, Part One
    On our second night in New York, Nemma and I sat in the hotel lobby, lazily sitting around on our laptops. I opened Facebook to find that I had four unopened messages. I feared that one might be from Zoe, so I was hesitant in looking at them. When I did, I was relieved to see two from Phoebe, one from Trevor, and one from Nemma. I opened the one from Nemma first. It was from yesterday morning, and I silently laughed as I read it.
    Scccaaarrrr!!! New York today!!! I’m so EXCITED. Rlfiqugfaihfdddfahwdgfoalwf. Those are my emotions right now. QKEFhgadlug! I’m having happy spasms!! Must. Finish. Packing. Bye!!!!!!
    I found the last bit especially amusing, because Nemma knew as well s I did that we both had been packed since the day we found out about the vacation. I didn’t bother to reply, since Nemma was sitting next to me. I opened the two from Phoebe, which were mostly about how much she missed me and how she wanted to know all about our vacation when Nem and I got back. I ignored it for the moment. I was about to open Trevor’s message when I heard a voice next to me. I looked over to see one of the college boys that we had seen earlier talking to Nemma. I listened closely as he invited us to a Broadway show. He was inviting us to see a Broadway show?! My mouth dropped as I saw two of his friends inching closer to me, in a way that made me flattered and uncomfortable at the same time. Nemma eyed me, and I could tell she was trying to send me a mental message. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t make out what she was trying to tell me.
    Nemma beamed. “Let’s go!” she said, a little giggle entering her words. She glanced over at me, anxiously awaiting my response. Trevor crossed my mind. The innocence in his face struck me like an arrow. "Then again," I thought to myself, "this wouldn’t be a date. Oh, no, it’s just some friends, hanging out." That did it for me.
    “Okay, great!” I said, expressing a half-forced smile.
    The boy next to Nemma smiled. “Great. We’ll meet you at six in the lobby?” he asked, his smile still full-force.
    Nemma and I nodded in synch, and we parted ways with the boys, carrying our laptops up to our hotel room. Once we were inside the door, Nemma let out a long-held-in squeal and flung herself onto the bed. I glanced at the clock. It was 5:15. After getting Nemma’s dad’s permission, we started getting ready.
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    Nemma; Chapter Seventeen, Part Two
    "And I want them in a basket, and I want them in bow tiiees," Scar murmured as we passed the lions at the Central Park Zoo. I rolled my eyes at her and hugged my new stuffed orangutan toy that we had bought at the gift shop. Scar had a big bear, which she said reminded her of Trevor. "Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. . . I can't believe Zoe actually LIKES him! The one boy she actually has ever liked has to be mine."
    That evening Scarlett and I lounged around the hotel lobby on our laptops, checking up with our friends back in Florida. Augie had gone back to Texas since he was just on vacation, but that was fine with me because he had become a bore. Phoebe was out of the hospital and at home, recuperating. She had sent me a message asking how New York was, but I ignored it and closed my inbox. Zoe had posted on my Facebook wall, saying how much she missed me. And I missed her too. Not as much as I would've missed Scar, but enough for it to be noticeable. I could tell that Scar missed Trevor by the way she never seemed to stop talking about him. I didn't know whether to be on Zoe's or Scar's side of view. Scar had found him first, but Zoe had liked maybe one guy in her whole life. A tap on my shoulder paused my ponderings.
    "I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't leave without saying hello." It was one of the college boys Scar and I had noticed the night before. I noticed his companions moving in on Scar, like wild animals we had watched on animal special one late night. My attention was turned back to the probable model standing in front of me. "Soo, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe catch a show on Broadway tonight. . ." The guy was asking me out and he hadn't even told me his name! "Oh and um, I'm Chris, by the way." He blushed through his tanned skin; hair flopped into eyes staring at his feet. I accepted the invitation on the conditions that Scarlett could join us for the night. I hoped deep into my being that she wouldn't think too much about Trevor and ruin a night of fun.
    "Let's go!" I said, with a big smile.
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    Nemma; Chapter Seventeen, Part One
    "Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there's nothing you can't dooo!" Scarlett and I howled along with the radio to what else, a song about New York. We were in the Jeep and headed to the airport. My dad grinned at our silly antics, and I reached over my seat to Scar in the back. We did our super duper secret handshake we had invented in third grade, and smiled at each other. Our fight was over, and both of us were relieved to be best friends again.
    "Sisters," My dad whispered under his breath so only I could hear. He had somehow always been able to do that, seem to read my mind. It reminded me of a book from sixth grade, where the children did something called 'kything'. Back then I had almost believed it could actually happen, and the thought made me laugh.
    "WE'RE HERE!!" Scarlett's sudden screech made me jump. Caval let out a howl from his crate, and Dad gave a whoop-whoop. We drove into the parking garage and unloaded our many suitcases and duffel bags. Airport security was surprisingly a breeze, and we had an hour or so to explore the airport. Dad gave me his credit card so Scar and I could browse through the little boutiques with all the new trends. We got matching dresses for a fun day, and hurried back to the gate just in time to load onto the plane.
    "Wake up, Scar." I whispered. Our plane had just landed at the New York airport. Scar blinked both eyes drowsily, and took a moment to remember where she was. A big grin spread across her face, then suddenly she snatched her phone. She mumbled something about someone named Trevor then turned back to me.
    "Zoe likes my boyfriend."
    "Ohmigosh this is the fanciest hotel EVER!" Scarlett cried. She thrust out her arms and did a dramatic twirl, and together we looked like foolish tornadoes together in the middle of the lobby. We were just about the youngest people there and I could tell our antics refreshed the spirits of the bored workers, so they didn't care how silly we acted. I noticed a few college boys eyeing us, and I winked to amuse them.
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    Scarlett; Chapter Sixteen
    I was shocked. Sure, I was angry at Zoe, but it wasn’t her fault… was it? By the time I was home, I had my thoughts sorted out. I knew I had overreacted, but Trevor was mine. Zoe had always been able to tell people what was going on. When she had a problem with someone, they heard. I had always secretly admired her for it, because it was a skill that I certainly did not possess. But in this situation, I definitely did not enjoy her openness. I appreciated it, but I didn’t like it.
    ”It would be worse if she hadn’t told you” a voice in the back of my head told me. I knew it was right. I couldn’t help but be mad at Zoe, but something told me that I shouldn’t be. Something was telling me that things would work out the way that they were supposed to.
    Nemma burst through my door.
    “Scarlett!” she practically screamed, catapulting herself onto my bed. Any remaining feelings from our awkward conversations and harsh thoughts toward each other were completely gone. Her bright eyes seemed brighter, and her smile stretched forever. As I sat up and faced her, I started to laugh.
    “Well, hello there,” I beamed, raising an eyebrow at her insaneness.
    Her face immediately turned serious, but I could tell it was forced by the tiny bit of smile creeping up at the sides of her mouth. She sat there for a minute without saying anything, but her smile returned gradually until her whole face was lit up again.
    “Well? Spit it out, Ne-“
    “WE’RE GOING TO NEW YORK!” she shrieked, cutting me off. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. A ton of happy bricks.
    “What?! When?!” I screamed, and by the time the words had left my lips, Nemma and I were jumping around and laughing like fools. Neither one of us had been out of the state unless we were visiting family.
    “In four days, Scar!” We’re leaving in four freaking days!” Nemma rolled back onto my bed out of joy.
    Suddenly, a thought hit me.
    “Nem? Why are we going to New York…?” I asked tentatively, afraid that the reason for the trip would ruin the fun, or at least her mood.
    Nemma looked puzzled, as if she didn’t understand what difference it would make. But the emotion only lasted on her face for a millisecond before she started smiling again.
    “My dad’s work friend is in the hospital, and he needed to pick up products or something in New York, but he can’t do it because he’s sick. So my dad offered to do it, and we’re staying seven extra days!”
    I was more excited over the trip than I had been about anything in the last few months. Nemma and I spent the whole day planning our excursions in New York City, and a thought started to sink into my mind. I was a part of Nemma’s family now. We weren’t just blood sisters anymore. We were actually sisters.
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    Zoe; Chapter Fifteen, Part Two
    “There’s this guy,” I began. “I don’t know much about him, not very much at all. But, I like him. I like him a lot. I’ve never felt this way about a guy before.” I took a moment to picture Trevor in my mind. His reassuring smile calmed my unsettling nerves. “Perhaps that’s why I’ve been acting so strange lately… I don’t know. I hope you understand Scarlett, and I’m praying that this doesn’t ruin what we have as friends.” I bit my lip at the end of that sentence, anxiously awaiting her reaction.
    “I don’t understand, Zoe. You like a boy, that’s great! Why would it interfere with our friendship, though?” Scar raised her eyebrows, purely baffled.
    “Oh, see, that’s the thing.” I mentally kicked myself for not mentioning that one crucial detail. “This guy… He just happens to be your boyfriend.” Admitting this was like pulling off a band-aid; I had to do it in one swift movement, otherwise it would hurt.
    I couldn’t say I wasn’t expecting this. Scarlett was doing everything in power not to get infuriated with me. Any indication of happiness that was once there had disappeared. Her teeth were clenched. Her chocolate ice cream cone was being crushed under the pressure of her hand. The sight of Scarlett angry? Unbearable.
    “Do me a favor,” she said. Her voice was as cold as ice. “Stay away from me.” Scarlett began to rise from the table when she added, “Oh, and Trevor too.” She stormed off, not taking one look back.
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    Zoe; Chapter Fifteen, Part One
    I scanned Scarlett’s face for any sign of hatred towards me. Nothing but a toothy grin. Thank goodness, she didn’t know my secret yet. I couldn’t help but feel paranoid. Scarlett found out everything, and I wore my heart on my sleeve. It seemed physically impossible for her not to know yet.
    “Listen, uh…” I stalled for a moment, eyeing the checkered tablecloth. I wouldn’t dare look Scar in the eye. One glance and I would chicken out. I had to do this now. The secret was bottled up inside me, screaming for a way out. Not to mention it was also tearing us apart.
    “Uh, what? Spit it out Zoe.” Scarlett laughed. “Come on, tell me!” She gave me a playful shove.
    “Okay, okay.” I made full eye-contact, and cleared my throat. I could feel my cheeks burn red. “Don’t speak until I’m done though. I need to get this all out.”
    Scar was taken aback when I said this, I could tell. But, she was still all-ears.
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    Scarlett; Chapter Fourteen, Part Two
    I was getting pretty good at calling people, even with my broken arms. I called Zoe, and she picked up after a few rings.
    “Hello?” she answered.
    “Hey, Zo.”
    “What’s up?” she asked, and I could tell she was trying not to sound impatient.
    “How are you?” I responded, trying to make the conversation seem normal, instead of awkward.
    “Fine,” she replied.
    “That’s good. Are you out of the hospital?” I figured if I kept asking her questions, there would be less frequent awkward silences.
    “Yeah. I came home first thing this morning.”
    “Do you want to go get some frozen yogurt or something?” I asked, holding my breath as I waited for an answer.
    “Sure. Meet me at Carla’s in fifteen minutes,” Zoe told me.
    “’Kay. Bye,” I said.
    “See ya.”
    I hung up the phone and grabbed a bottle of nail polish from my small desk. I figured I had about eight minutes to spare before I needed to leave.
    After my toes had been painted bright blue, I grabbed my favorite purple flip-flops and head to Carla’s.
    Zoe was already there when I got there. I sat down across from her and smiled as she handed me a chocolate cone—my favorite. After a few moments of enjoying the frozen treat, Zoe looked up at me. Her eyes were a mix of emotions.
    “Hey, Scar,” she said slowly. “Can we talk for a minute?”
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