Chapter 1

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MADISON

Madison Noel is popular.  She is the kind of girl that everyone wants to be: Beautiful, well- liked, well-known, and above all, Madison Noel is actually nice.

Now, I know what you are thinking, a girl is both popular AND nice? It does sound pretty unlikely, but it’s not as impossible as most people would lead you to believe. Behind the silky hair and lip gloss, she has a heart of gold.

                                      SHAWN

Shawn Parker is a clown. No, he is not the kind of clown that wears white face makeup and a red plastic nose. He’s the good, non scary kind of clown. He is the kind of clown that makes high school bearable for most teens who are longing to be anywhere else but school.

Just to make sure that the image of a circus worker is out of you mind, I’ll tell you what he looks like. He’s huge, but in a good way. He’s 6 foot 4 inches at just 15 years old, with strawberry blonde hair, and a red fuzzy beard that’s way too old for his otherwise teddy bear- likeness.

They are my best friends.

Before I go on, I guess I should tell you exactly who I am. Well, its harder than it sounds because I’m not exactly sure “who I am” is anymore.

                                                 ME

My name is Nora Stevens and I am 15 years old. There is a lot I guess that I could tell you about myself, but bear with me because you might get a little confused. (I know that I do.)

First off, I’m a nerd. Or I used to be at least. I read, I write, and I am (or was) pretty much any teachers idea of a perfect student, which in turn, has earned me the title of “teacher’s pet”, not that I mind much.

Secondly, I tell it how it is (As of recently), which in all honesty is most likely one of the reasons why I am not as popular as my best friends.

Lastly, I’m trustworthy. Though I’m not as popular as my friends, as I have previously mentioned, everybody knows that if they need advice, I am the one to come to. They know that I will keep their secrets and going back to my second point, I tell it how it is. (Whether you can handle it or not)

Anyway, let’s just say that we are very different people who, if not for our 10th grade math teacher’s OCD, would never have been as close as we have come to be.

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