Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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Adam, Leo, and I were flipping through last year's yearbook, trying to explain what a yearbook was to Adam, while Bree sat with Owen on the circular bench nearby. A few minutes later, Chase came running toward us, nearly making me jump out of my seat. "Did you guys see the yearbook? Everybody but me got a 'Most likely to...' even Leo!"
"What? Let me see that." Leo said, grabbing the yearbook from Chase as the younger brother sighed. He scanned the page and laughed. "'Most likely never to get a 'most likely.' I'm on the board!"
"Let me see." I snatched the yearbook from him and flipped to my entry. "'Most likely to be a secret super spy.'" I teased, watching Leo's eyes widen. "Really?" he asked, incredulous. I giggled at his look and shook my head. "Nah, just kidding. It says, 'Most likely to sleep through the end of the world.' Honestly, that's random, but also totally true. I kind of love it." "Well, that proves it." Chase sighed, disappointed. "I'm completely invisible at this school."
"Chase, that's not true. If you were invisible, I couldn't do this." Adam argued, giving Chase a solid punch on the shoulder. "Ugh!" Chase winced, rubbing his arm. "Chase, just because you weren't nominated doesn't mean you're invisible." I said sympathetically but Chase scoffed and took the yearbook from my hands, flipping to another page. "Oh, really? Yeah? What's this?" He pointed to a blank photo where instead of his face, a question mark labeled 'Chip' Davenport. was put.
"'Chip Davenport'. I'm a misnamed question mark!" Before we could respond, Principal Perry's sharp voice cut through the hallway, just coming from the gym. "Listen up, snot-buckets!" She marched toward us, brandishing a poster in one hand. "Don't forget to sign up for the annual Mission Creek High talent show. Auditions are after school, and we'll be judged, by moi. Chances are that if I don't like you, you won't get through, and I don't like any of you, so good luck." She cackled wickedly and plastered the poster on the wall with a flourish.
From the bench, Owen stood abruptly, his face twisted in anger. "Talent shows are wrong!" She looked at him, demented. "There are no winners or losers in creative expression." "Stick a paintbrush in it, Emo Sabe!" she muttered before stomping off down the hallway. Owen's jaw dropped in outrage at her response. "I refuse to stand by while that woman crushes the artistic souls of our student body. I'm gonna go sketch my feelings!" With that, he stormed off, leaving Bree gazing after him with a dreamy smile. "He's so tortured." she said with a sigh. "Isn't it great?" Bree followed him, leaving Chase, Leo, and I. "This talent show is the perfect opportunity for me to build my fan base." Leo exclaimed, his hands gesturing dramatically. "Leo, you don't have a fan base." Chase and I said in unison. "I know. That's why I have to build one." We nodded at him, trying to understand how until he waved his hands in our face, making us flinch away. "With magic!"
"Well, that is what it would take." Chase rolled his eyes and turned to leave. Leo's voice stopped him from leaving. "No. I got a magic kit and I've been practicing, specifically for the competition."
