Life was good. Until at 2 months old. Felicity was kidnapped. Nobody knows how or why. Nobody knows where she now resides. We just know the last of her we (minus Kate, me, Starr, etc.) heard was her screams blended with crying. Fast forward to 1999. Starr. Fast forward to 2000. Me! Fast forward to 2001. Starr (hooray.... not) fast forward to 2002. Winter (not the season). Fast forward to 10 months later. Jessica. Fast forward to 2003. Marissa, Larissa, and karissa. Fast forward to 2004. Avril. Fast forward to 2005. Addison. Fast forward to 2009. Addison comes home crying because she got young disorder or whatever. Sorry, addi but I would love to look 13 my whole life. Fast forward to 2012. Liz and Lisa died in war. Fast forward to 2013. I become a famous surfer. Fast forward to last year. "Wow Jessica, you're so pretty." Compliments Annabel. "Nice sarcasm." Replies Jessica (Annabel is never sarcastic). Fast forward to one week later. "I'm home!" Jessica yells. "What happened?!" Yells Stephanie."plastic surgery!" Yelled Jessica. "I'm beautiful!" Jessica yelled. "You sure about that?" I replied. Well we're at Apr il 2015 now
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The surfer, and the kidnapped
General FictionWhen 15 year old, 6"0, lucky, plucky, funny, pretty, athletic, champion surfer wins a trip to snowland, sweeden, she meets her long lost sister, but gets more than she bargained for......