Prologue

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Leyva's POV

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"What are you doing?" Isla asked, opening her instagram page.

Ilsa was a year older than me, and got all of the good genes. She was curvier than I was filling out at the bottom and thigh area, but her chest and waist always remained smaller. When she was fifteen she was scouted to be a model but declined wanting to focus on school. She had the same hair as our dad, dark golden brown curls that perfectly framed her oval face. Her eyes were a light honey color, and golden in the sun, sadly they were always hidden by some form of colored contacts. Today's choice was sea blue. She had porcelain white skin. Isla always avoided the sun or else she would get a terrible burn. She was wearing a pair of navy blue jeans that only accentuated her small waist. In contrast with the blue jeans she wore a neon pink crop top with the word "BABY" written across in cursive along her chest. Because it was cold she wore a white windbreaker that did nothing against the cold beside make a lot of noise. She matched the outfit with black NIKE shoes.

"I'm counting everything new I see."

"You're going to get to 50 before we get to the house." Isla said, rolling her eyes. It's been ten years, and so many things have changed. It felt as if I've never been to Avery Springs before.

"What do you think everyone is like?" I ask, turning my head so I'm now looking at the street in front of us rather than the passing images of the buildings around me.

"Fake"

"I said everyone, not you."

Isla scoffs, "I'm not fake. I'm honest, there is a difference."

"Yeah, if you say so." I respond, breaking away from the non-existent conversation turning back to the window.

I wonder if  Araceli or maybe even Ricardo remembered me.

I wonder what they've been doing these past few years.

"Leyva, Isla, that's the school you'll be attending." Our mother says gesturing towards a brown building. The brick building had blue gates and two giant parking lots filled with cars. "Avery Spring High School" was written in big bold white letters with a blue outline. It was early making traffic thicker as cars waited for students to cross.

"Ugh! Why can't they walk faster? I swear people irritate me."

I roll my eyes at Isla's exaggerated statement. There was a park next to the school. Like the streets it was filled with laughing teenagers. Some in groups other walking alone with their earphones in. Most of them had the same solemn expression, you know the one that say "I can't believe I have to wake up for this." I smile thinking about the fact that next week I will be one of those kids.

I've missed traditional school so much.

Yes, I enjoyed waking up early and going to school. The students not so much, but the learning yes. Especially considering that for the past year and a half I had been cooped up in homeschool. It was fun at first not having to wake up early and being able to schedule school around work, (rather than the other way around) but I missed being out and having that "high school experience."

"Are we almost there? My butt has gone numb." Isla says shifting in her seat, trying to regain some comfort.

"Yes we're almost there Isla." My mother groans, considering that she answered that same question not less than thirty minutes ago.

"Don't you have anything better to do than ask that every ten minutes." I ask looking at Isla.
She said nothing but instead put her earphones in, blasting her music so she couldn't hear me.

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