Chapter 3

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Ashton

Why people were complete jerks to Carson, I don't know. She was amazing. Nice,

beautiful, funny, clever...the list goes on. No one takes the time to know her,

thanks to Luke and Isabella. She hasn't called me since Friday, and she hasn't talked

to Michael either. I'm worried.

Really worried.

Luke

Do I like being mean to her?

Eh. Not really.

Do I have to be mean to her?

No. Yes? I don't know.

It's hard. It's confusing.

She just bothered me, she had this vibe, and I just knew not to get close.

Or I would get sucked in too,

Just like my friends.

***

Carson hasn't been at school for a whole week.

Did our bullying finally get to her?

Did she...did she...commit suicide?

No. Carson seems stronger than that.

Some good news is that spring break is just a week away.

And we're all going to Michael's cabin mansion.

Maybe Carson will there.

Maybe.

* * *

(NEXT DAY)

We were all in the courtyard before class, joking around, waiting for Carson.

As usual.

Michael and Ashton were standing off to the side, like losers.

And suddenly, all voices hushed when a black Audi

convertible pulled up. A girl in black skinny jeans, a gray t-shirt

a black jacket, and black beanie on hopped out.

Curls cascaded down her back, and her simple mascara made her eyes

Look beautiful. I was at an angle where I couldn't see her whole

face so at first, I didn't know who it was.

Then, Ashton gasped, and started to sprint towards the girl.

When she saw him coming, she grinned.

Once he got to her, swept her up in a hug and twirled her around, the

girl giggling.

How did he score a hot girl like that? And why didn't he tell me?

Only when he put her down did I (and everyone else,) recognize her.

Carson.

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