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Prologue

It all started when I was little, not any older than 7. My best friend Brooklyn was moving to California. I was as devastated as she was.

"Goodbye Brookie!" I called, weeping.

"Bye Savvy!" Brooklyn called back.

I ran back to my house, combed my fur and clipped in a pretty bow.

I posed for myself in the mirror and smiled. I took out my mom's makeup kit and applied 3 layers of Goth Red Gossip lip stick. I blew kisses to myself. I ploped myself down on my bed and lazily gazed at the weeping willows that stood hanging droopily.

"Brookie," I said, fixing my gaze at my friends picture. "We're moving to California."

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