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CHAPTER ONE. THE NIGHT WE MET
" Because right now, he couldn't stop looking at her. "
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THERE was something so disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold. Amelia sat mounted in the chair beside her friend Monika's bed who was lounging on her back and examining each strand of her hair pensively and with such utter concentration that Amelia was sure that any white hair found would just burst into flames and turn to ash. Though how she would differentiate between white hair and her bleached blonde hair was a question she did not need answered.
Gathering her feet, she sat cross-legged, leaning against the foot and flipping through an old photo album. This was the lamest birthday party ever. Beside her, laying on the floor was Gemma, a birthday hat strapped to her head as she counted the cracks in the ceiling.
As Monika exhaled, the party horn in her mouth tooted sadly ─ Amelia groaned as an answer. "Why didn't the cake arrive, again?"
Gemma said, "Because we forgot."
"And the people?"
"We forgot," Monika concurred.
"What about the gifts?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Monika sat up. "We forgot!"
"This is the worst birthday party ever," Amelia snarked.
"Hey," Gemma protested. "At least you had one ─ you guys didn't even remember mine."
Both girls slid out of their seats to hold Gemma comfortingly. "Oh, we're very sorry."
"Yeah," Monika nodded solemnly, "remember we had that test the next day. We were so busy studying."
"No you weren't," Gemma scoffed. "You were at Jason Ionello's party!"
"Oh, yeah," Monika chuckled, not guilty, "forgot about that. That was a good one."
