Revision short story final draft

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One is Silver, the Others Gold

It was the first day. The first day of high school. The two best friends, Dylan and Taylor, had been

waiting for this day since they became friends nine years ago in third grade. The air was cool and crisp,

perfect for a first day of school. Dylans hair, straight and long, blew in the wind. Taylors didnt. Taylor

was short and skinny, but she had an odd side to her. Her look was kind of slipshod, always messy but

gorgeous. Ever since Dylan and Taylor had become friends, Taylor always acted like a follower. She was

unlike Dylan. Dylan loved to be the leader and the center of attention, and that was perfectly fine with

little Taylor. She loved when her best friend would laugh and smile and lead.

Promise me, said Dylan.

Promise you what? Taylor questioned.

Promise me that no matter what happens in there, as she looked up at the big brown high

school, we will be friends forever. Nothing can break us apart, Dylan said with zeal.

Well of course not, Taylor promised. We are closer than we ever have been

Great, Dylan smiled, as she led Taylor into the school.

AHHHHHHHHHH! Dylan screamed.

What? Taylor asked with mirth.

Cheerleading tryouts are tomorrow! Dylan said.

Oh my God! No way! Dylan!! We HAVE to try out for the squad! said Taylor.

Duh, said Dylan.Here, give me your pen. Ill write our names.

This is itDylan thought she could finally become someone. She saw herself flipping in the air.

Spinning and cheeringshe knew that was exactly what she wanted to do with her life, and who could

blame her? Being a cheerleader meant you were THE MOST popular girl in school, and thats just what

Dylan had always wanted.

Taylor walked over to her locker. She tried the combo, 15-23-49, but it didnt work.

Ughh, she grunted.


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She hated it when something went wrong. She walked down the hall. It was a beautiful school.

Everything was made out of oak wood, and, it was polished to perfection. All the windows were open

just slightly, and when the school bell rang the five minute warning bell to get to homeroom, it sounded

like an angel was singing.

Taylor knew she could excel here. She could become as smart as Albert Einstein if she reallywanted to. Taylor was definitely smart. Not social smart like Dylan, but academically smart. She could

multiply at the age of six. She learned how to play the piano at five and could pass every single science

exam known to man. While she thought, she didnt even notice where she was going and ran into the

high schools quarterback, Jake Preston.

Oh gosh, he said, Im really sorry. I didnt see you there.

He is beautiful, she thought. His face was perfectly round, his brown hair was short and clean

cut, he wore a gray shirt that clung into all of his muscles, and his blue eyes sparkled like diamonds. Herdaze was cut short when he started to playfully tap her and make sure she was okay.

Im fine, she said as she got up and gathered her books. She had to get to class.

Dylan, on the other hand, was doing great. Her big wooden locker opened perfectly on the first

try, the boys were smiling at her, and the girls were talking about her.

Wow, she thought. These people like me. They love me. This school is most definitely the best

thing that has ever happened to me.

As she walked into her homeroom, she looked for Taylor, but Taylor was nowhere to be found.

She must have a different homeroom, thought Dylan. She took a seat in the middle next to a pretty girl

with flowing long blonde hair wearing a sun dress and cowboy boots. She was cute but definitely not a

hottie like Dylan.

On the other side of Dylan was a boy with blonde hair cut short with spikes. He had green eyes

and looked like he was twelve. Dylan looked up, and through the door walked the most beautiful girl she

had ever seen. She was wearing a pink dress with flowers and lace, her hair was wavy and brown, her

face was flawless and gorgeous, on her feet she wore brown heels, and all together, she looked like a

model.

From the back of the room, Dylan herd somebody yell, Hey Stacey! Get your butt back here.

The pretty girl walked back and said, Hey, Jake, and she kissed him. She didnt give him a cute

little peck but a real make out.

So the pretty girl must be named Stacey, Dylan thought.


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After school that day, Dylan and Taylor went to the gym. They needed to work on their cheer

tryout for the next day. When they got there, it was packed! But luckily, the studio was empty. They

walked through the glass studio doors, shut them, and grabbed the CD out of Taylors backpack. It had

all their cheerleading music.

Dylan practiced hers for a while. Her flips were perfect, and when she kicked, her leg went

above her head. She definitely would make the team.

Taylor, on the other hand, was having some issues. She was having fun, and it was original but

she definitely didnt have the power to be a Beverly Hills High cheerleader.

How is it going to look when I make the squad and Taylor doesnt?Dylan thought as she

calculated her math equation and waited for Taylor to finish her rehearsal . It was the first day of school

and the girls had more homework then they had ever had in their lives.

After they practiced a little more at the gym and finished their homework, they parted ways and

went home for bed. My mom will pick you up in the morning for school, Taylor told Dylan. The sun

was just setting over the Hollywood sign, and the air was crisp.

After Taylor and Dylan parted ways, Dylan thought to herself, I wonder what Stacey is doing

right now?And then she thought Why am I thinking about Stacey?Its like I have a girl crush on herI

want her to like meNo, I want to be like her.

The next morning was a blur for Taylor. She had one class with Dylan. She hadnt seen the cute

boy, Jake, all morning.

I wonder what his reputation is like?Taylor thought.

She wondered what he was doing and when she would see him again. She worked extra hard on

her outfit and hair; she wore her dark blue True Religion jeans and her new white crop top with the lace

in the back that she had bought in Santa Barbra the weekend before. She slipped on her white flip flops,

straightened her long blonde hair, and did her make up so it complemented her blue eyes. She couldnt

wait for Jake to see her.

As she turned the corner, she saw a couple making out in the quad by the fountain. She looked

closer and realized it was Jake.

Oh my Godthought Taylor. She ran through the quad and into the bathroom. Why would I ever

think I could have a chance with a guy like him?Taylor hated herself, but more than anything, she hated

the girl he was with.

Finally, the tryouts came. Dylan loved cheerleading. She couldnt wait! She put on her white

cheer shoes and cheer socks, pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, put on little black cheer shorts

and finally her oversized t-shirt that had the name of the cheer camp she went to every summer. The


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autumn air was cool and fresh. The trees blew like a fan in the summer. Dylan was so excited she

wanted to scream when she stepped out onto the football field. Dylan walked up to Taylor, and she

instantly noticed her hair and makeup.

You look really pretty Tay, said Dylan nervously.

Thanks, Dylan, replied Taylor.

Taylor was right next to Dylan, and she was nervous. She had been practicing her cheer all night;

she really wanted to make the team. If she didnt, there would always be Mathletics. She had been on

Mathletics every year in middle school. Now Taylor wanted something new, something exciting.

Dylan Roberts? Stacey snapped.

Oh my God, Dylan thought. Its my turn, and oh my God! STACEY IS LEADING TRYOUTS! Of course

shes head cheerleader! Shes perfect!

Thats me!Dylan screamed with joy. She ran up in front of Stacey and another girl who she

guessed was her sidekick.

Ryan! Stacey called. Music!

And then Dylan startedShe did her bounces, her leaps, and her round off, her cartwheel, her

front hand spring. She was moving, and she was grooving. She danced and jumped. All of her hard work

led up to this moment. When it was time for her final jump, she landed it perfectly and heard clapping

come from over where Stacey and her side kick were standing. Then it ended, and she couldnt stop

smiling.

Jake was running across the fielda football sprint during practice when he saw the cute blonde

from the first day. Taylor was up next.

Uh oh, Dylan thought as her friend traipsed on the freshly mowed green grass.

As Taylor started, the routine was so excruciating that almost everyone in the crowd held their

breath. Their stomachs twisted into knots filled with embarrassment for the poor girl. Who was she?

What was she doing trying out for the cheerleading squad? As Taylor went on to do some sort of kick,

she fell flat on her rear.

Everyones laughter made her face turn bright red. But Taylor was not one to give up, so she

forged ahead with her rocky routine. Finally, the routine came to an end, and Dylan was the only one

clapping at the end. Taylor stuck her ending pose waiting for applause, but none came. She stared

blankly into Staceys eyes.

Taylors eyes were glass with tears. As Stacey talked to the girl next to her, she glanced at Taylor

who was waiting patiently in the middle of the field. Stacey almost felt a little compassion for the poor

girl.


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She had the guts to come out here and do this awful routine in front of everyone. Oh, who was

she kidding? She had no chance! God, Stacey. Snap out of it, shethought.

Uhh, we will let you know, Taylor, said Stacey.

Okay, thanks again! Taylor replied.

Taylor instantly went in search for Dylan who had mysteriously disappeared from the big crowd.

Laughs followed her as she walked through the football tunnel and into the gym.

She found Dylan exiting the girls bathroom and caught her by the arm before Dylan could even

notice she was there. Taylor pulled Dylan into the bathroom and instantly began to cry. She closed her

eyes and slammed her back against the cold bathroom wall. As she slid down the wall, the tears kept

streaming and streaming down her face. Dylan sat down next to Taylor.

You know it wasnt that bad Tay, whispered Dylan.

What are you talking about? I messed up everything on the purkie, sobbed Taylor.

Hurkie, Dylan corrected.

All the way to the cartwheel, finished Taylor.

So what if you dont make the team? Its not going to change anything!said Dylan.

I know, but think of how fun it would have been to be on the squad together?! replied Taylor.

Tay, its okay. Now come on. Lets go get something to eat. Dylan said.

Okay lets go, said Taylor.

The next few weeks didnt go as the two girls had planned. They hadnt hung out in at least two

weeks, and they barely ever talked. When they would see each other in the cafeteria, they wouldnt

wave or say hello. They wouldnt sit together in classes or on the quad. They never carpooled anymore,

and they were never seen together outside of school. Taylor had joined the Mathletes, and Dylan had

become popular overnight. The moment the spots for the cheerleading squad were posted, Dylan

became the most popular girl in the world, and Taylor faded into the background of high school. Do you

remember that promise the girls made when they first entered high school? The one about nothing

changing? Well it looked like nothing about that promise was kept.

Taylor walked across the large quad on her way to Science class. It was a warm day for fall, and

the breeze was just perfect. Walking across the other side was Dylan. Dylans hair blew in the wind, and

her eyes glistened in the sun. Next to Dylan was Jake. His arm was around her waist. He looked at her

with a smile, and they shared a cute kiss on the lips. Taylor stared at Dylan with incredulous fury, but

most of all with melancholy.


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Dylan knew that Taylor liked Jake, but still, she seemed to pick him up right after Stacey and he

broke up. As Taylor walked across the quad she passed by Dylan and Jake. She glanced at them, and

Dylan stopped in her tracks. Dylan wanted to say hi, but for some reason, it just wouldnt come out. She

just couldnt say anything. For once, Dylan was speechless. Taylor just kept walking and didnt glance

back. She was not ready to talk to Dylan, let alone forgive her for abandoning her during high school.

Taylor walked into science class and sat near the back. The metal stool was cold on her thighs,

and the room was breezy. All of a sudden, the room seemed to get a million times hotter. Jake walked

into the class.

Ive never seen him in this class! What is he doing here?thought Taylor. Jake handed something

to Mr. Lopez. It looked like a transfer paper.

Mr. Lopez nodded and said, Class, Jake is joining our science class, so do you think we can all

welcome him into science honors?

Yes, the class answered in unison. Jake made his way down the aisles and was suddenlystanding in front of Taylors table.

Can I sit here? asked Jake.

Um, sure, Taylor replied. She moved her black backpack to the floor and her books to her side

of the table.

Okay class, I would like you to take a few minutes to get to know your table mate because they

will be your partners for the rest of the year, said Mr. Lopez.

Taylor looked at Jake who smiled friendly at her. Taylor turned to Jake just as everyone else did

to their partners.

Hi, Im Jake.

Im Taylor.

I know, said Jake smiling. Youre a freshman, right?

Yeah. And youre a sophomore?

Yep. It sucks to be the new kids on campus. I had the worst year last year. It was so awful and

embarrassing, said Jake.

Really? What happened? asked Taylor.

Just really embarrassing stories. Like in the cafeteria, some jerk from the football team came up

to me and decided to spill apple juice all over my pants. It looked like I had wet my pants! I didnt have

any other pants so I had to wear my P.E. shorts for the rest of my day. And when I got home, I found out


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there was a sign on my back that said Kick Me. It was all just typical and stupid high school pranks.

Whatever, that year is over, finished Jake.

Oh my God! Thats awful! said Taylor.

As the conversation went on, Taylor loosened up, and she started talking to Jake like he was a

good friend of hers. He was being nice to her, and she loved sitting next to him. When she was with him,

she felt like she was safe. She felt like she was safe in this cruel world of high school.

Dylan walked down the long corridors of lockers on her way to gym class. Today she wasnt

accompanied by anyone. This was strange for Dylan. She always walked with someone, but today no

one was waiting for her beside her locker. She got to the locker room, and it was bustling with people.

Girls were laughing and talking just as always. Nothing seemed different, but something was definitely

up. She walked up to her gym locker and unlocked it.

The minute she opened it, a huge dollop of shaving cream fell out on her feet and completely ruined

her new Frye boots. On the inside of the locker door were five big hurtful letters written in big, red, andbold letters. Dylan instantly felt like crawling under the thin wooden bench and crying for hours.

Who would ever do this to me?questioned Dylan. She ran out to the middle of the gym where there was

a game of dodge ball going on. She went up to Stacey who was leaning against the wall.

What the heck? Why did you do this? Do you really think this is funny? said Dylan.

Okay, calm down. It was just a joke! Come on Dylan, relax, laughed Stacey.

Well, its not very funny. I thought you were my friend, said Dylan.

You stole my boyfriend! He told me he doesnt even like you, and that he just thinks you hot,

argued Stacey.

You guys had broken up! He likes me, so just get over it! said Dylan.

Stacey shoved Dylan. She hit her hard too, because Dylan went barreling into the wall behind

her. Dylans back hit the wall and you could hear a crack. Then came her head which hit the wall with a

deafening snap. Dylans eyes were scared, angry, and sad. As Stacey watched her fall, she stared deep in

her eyes, as if she was sorry. But everyone knew she wasnt. Everyone knew that she thought she was

the center of attention, and if she wasnt, then she wasnt very happy. Everyone turned and looked at

Dylan who was now lying on the floor motionless. Stacey dropped to the ground and started to bawl.She covered her eyes and tears dripped through the cracks of her hands. The gym teacher rushed over

to Dylan and tried to wake her up

Dylan stood in a blank white room. No one surrounded her; no one seemed to be anywhere

near her.


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Is anyone here? yelled Dylan. Suddenly Taylor stood next to Dylan. Dylan squealed with fear.

Hi Dylan, said Taylor. I am here to show you the mistakes you have made and how you can

change your ways. DYLAN! Do you remember when we were friends? Do you remember that time in

Disneyland? Do you even know who I am? Dylan, you need to start thinking about who your real friends

are! These girls don't care about you. They talk to you because you think youre popular! You are goingto have three memories. Out of these will show you how we were friends in the PAST, how we were

friends in the PRESENT, and how we are friends in the FUTURE! They will give you a chance to change

your ways or keep going on with the path you are on right now. I trust that you will make the right

decision, finished Taylor.

Suddenly, Dylans hair was blowing in the wind, and she was on a boat. She knew where she

was. She was in Stockton at the Delta. She and Taylor used to come down here all the time. They would

water ski, wake board, and inner tube all around the lake. Taylors family had always been more

involved with Taylors life than Dylans parents ever had been in hers. She always loved that about Tays

family. Dylan would try to go to Tays as much as she could. It was always welcoming there.

Dylan was at the bow of the ski boat, and someone was wakeboarding in the back of the boat.

She couldnt quite see who it was, so she crept to the back of the boat and sat down on the leather

seats. It was her; the young child who was wakeboarding was her. Dylan instantly remembered this

time. This was the first time she had ever been to the lake with Taylor. They had just become best

friends, and Taylor decided to take Dylan with her on this special trip. Next to Dylan sat Taylor, but it

was a young Taylor. She was screaming and cheering at the top of her lungs for Dylan. On the other side

of Dylan was Taylor. But this Taylor was the present day Taylor.

No one can see you or hear you, so dont be afraid to talk to me, said present-day Taylor.

I remember this. It was one of the best trips of my life. We were still in elementary school, and

there was absolutely no drama. We were best friends, and nothing could change that, Dylan said.

Thats seemed to change, said Taylor.

Its not my fault that youre not as social as I am, said Dylan in a condescending voice.

You could have included me in things, but thats not why we are here. Do you know why I

brought you here? asked Taylor.

To remember something? How am I supposed to know? But can you take me back to school? I

promised Jake I would have lunch with him, said Dylan.

Well, right now you are lying in the nurses office with a minor concussion. You dont remember

that little fall you took when your friend Stacey pushed you into the wall during gym class?Taylor

said.

What? Stacey would never push me! We are best friends, argued Dylan.

Well, she did. And she pushed you hard. No one saw it coming either. It was a complete shock.

But you did steal her boyfriend, said Taylor.

Oh my God! They had broken up! Dylan said.

Sure they had, said Taylor sarcastically.


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Can we leave now? asked Dylan.

Fine, we can go, but think about you actions, said Taylor.

And just like that, the lake disappeared from Dylans sight.

Dylan woke up to the sound of yelling. She looked around and saw that she was in the nurses

office. She sat up in the little bed she was positioned in and peeked out to where the yelling was. It was

Mr. Cobbs, the prncipal, and Mrs. Baan, the school nurse.

But she pushed her! Into a wall! I need to talk to Dylan right now! Mr. Cobbs yelled. Gary, she

just hit her head very hard, and there is no possible way she can talk right

now. She needs to be left alone. Why dont you go talk to Stacey about this? It was her fault too,

argued Mrs. Baan.

She seems to have vanished from the school. I have everyone looking for her. Ive

called her parents, and they know what has happened. But this whole thing just seems silly to me. All of

this trouble caused by a boy? asked Mr. Cobbs.

Men will never understand this. It could have been the boy. It could have been

Homework. High school is hard Gary. If she gets any worse, Im going to have to call an ambulance,

said Mrs. Baan.

Alright, replied Mr. Cobbs.

All of this for a tiny little shove! Youre in the nurses room, on the brink of going to a hospital.

And Stacey is missing. Hm sounds like a great day so far, said Taylor, the ghost.

Why are you here again? Oh right, now youre here to show me my actions in the present.

Blah, blah, blah, said Dylan.

You can take it as a joke, but if I were you, I would think long and hard about your actions.

Youve made mistakes in the future that you will regret.

Alright, fine! Just get on with it then, said Dylan, annoyed.

Taylor snapped her fingers, and she and Dylan were at Taylors house. Once they made their

way up the stairs, they stopped at the first door on the right.

After you, said Taylor.

Dylan hesitated to turn the knob, but she glanced back at Taylor who gave her a nod of

approval.

Inside Taylors room were Dylan and Taylor sitting on the floor painting each others nails. They

were affable with mirth. The new Justin Bieber song was playing softly in the background. Dylan

remembered this day. It was only a few weeks before. It was one of the last times that they had hung

out.

You know that guy Jake? asked the real Taylor.

Yes! Hes so hot! said Dylan, almost spilling the blue nail polish she held in her hand.

Well, I think I like him. Its a long shot, but hes really sweet, said Taylor.

Awww Tay! Its definitely not a long shot! You have such a good chance! You should just talk to

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Alright, alright! I will, said Taylor laughing.

Oh no, Tay. I completely forgot about that, whispered the real Dylan.

Taylor said,That was a smart thing to do to your best friend. If you hadnt been so attention

hungry, then none of this drama would have ever happened. You didnt have to swoop Jake up the

minute he was single. Stacey would have never shoved you, and I would still be your friend. But you

could never take the easy road. You always had to take a shortcut, Taylor said sarcastically.

Well, he likes me, so Stacey will have to get over it, said Dylan.

Actually he likes her, but hes too afraid to break up with you, said Taylor.

Thats not true. That could never be true, said Dylan.

Well, it is, so you better get over yourself, said Taylor.

Youre just making it up because youre a ghost and you can so anything you want, said Dylan.

Why would I make that up? asked Taylor.

Oh, I dont knowbecause your JEALOUS!!! screamed Dylan.

Im not getting in a fight with you right now. Do you understand what Im saying? Do you

understand what Im trying to tell you? asked Taylor.

Before Dylan could answer, the two girls were swept away from the scene.

Oh, my God, Dylan thought as she trampled out of the nurses room on Tuesday afternoon. What

is wrong with me?I must not be thinking straight...

Shoot! she screamed as she opened her locker. It had been three hours since she had left PE,

and she hadnt gotten any texts.

God Dylan, pull yourself together! You are the leader of this school. You need to start acting like

one.

Dylan grabbed her makeup bag out of her locker and scurried to the bathroom, no one was ever

going to see her looking like she had just died. Had I? she thought had I just died?She pulled out the

conceler and zapped away her pimples, got rid of her baggy eyes, and swiped out some gloss. She

looked over herself. Perfect, she whispered and hustled to her locker.

Miss Roberts! Principal Cobbs screamed as he rounded the corner. What do you think you

are doing out of class?

Dylan opened her mouth to protest, but it was no use.

My officeNOW! Principle Cobbs roared as the gap between them closed.

Dylan walked with her head down as she passed the big wooden classrooms that smelled of air

freshener. When she got to the office, Taylor was there to her surprise.

Taylor had her phone out and was texting someone. Wait a minute, Dylan thought as she

realized who Taylor was texting. Then she lost her temper and screamed so that the whole entire office

could hear.TAYLOR RAIN SMITH! ARE YOU TEXTING MY BOYFRIEND, JAKE PEARSON? The whole office

turned with astonishment.

This is It, Dylan thought. I have officially lost it. Im going to end up in a mental hospital.

With that, Taylor stood up and said to Dylan, Hey, Dylan, have you finally lost your temper? Are

you ready to finally see where your life is going to end up?


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Uh, Dylan stuttered.

Taylor went on. DYLAN, I am talking to you! Do you want to see where your life is ending up?

Do I have to answ-

Dylan was interrupted by Taylor as she screamed GRAB MY HAND!

Dylan took Taylors hand. Dylan was tremulous with odious feelings. And the wind blew. Not the

familiar wind that usually blew when the memories started to come, but a colder, harsher wind.

Then she saw it. Dylan was sitting home alone in a trailer park. She was there with a cat, and she

was chained to a couch. There was a little box television and on it showed old high school videos. All of a

sudden, the trailer shook. Then a man walked in with a beard and a big huge beer belly. He was drunk.

Get up, sweet cheeks, he croaked.

I cant, the older Dylan whispered. She was parched and out of breath.

I want lunch! the man screamed.

Unchain me, and I will do whatever you please! Old Dylan cried.

It didnt seem like this was the first time the old man had said this to the old Dylan.

Whatever I please? the man asked raising his eyebrows. Stay here, he ordered. Ill be right

back.

Well she cant really go anywhere, young Dylan thought. The old lady sat there helplessly.

How is this happening? young Dylan asked.

Its your future, Taylor told her knowingly.

Well, how can I change this? Dylan asked.

You can start by looking around, seeing your bad choices, and changing them, Taylor said, and

with that she was gone.

Dylan was back in the office, and everyone was staring at her. The receptionist had her jaw open

and looked as though she was going to die of shock.

God, I am losing it. My life is totally over. Dylan felt like an idiot. She sat back down in the hard

wooden chairs and tried to act as calm as possible.

So.., she awkwardly asked while she turned to Taylor,

What are you in for?

Well, Taylor thought about it for a minute. Im in here because my brother could have killed

himself, surfing and you probably wouldnt care, so what should I tell you?She stared through the little

window only seeing the big oak tree in the quad. Im here because I need to go home, Taylor finally

said.

Oh, why? Dylan questioned, trying to sound interested.

Uhh, Alex isnt well, Taylor said.

That sucks, Dylan said trying to sound better than everyone else even though the thought of

Alex being hurt or sick haunted Dylan to the core.

Mrs. Smith banged into the room.

We need to go, Mrs. Smith informed the office as she turned to leave.

Taylor got up and obeyed her mother.

WAIT! Dylan screamed. Im coming with you guys!

Oh, Dylan, Mrs. Smith said sounding surprised, are you coming with us?

Is that okay? Dylan asked.


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Of course, Mrs. Smith said, even though Taylor shot her mother a look.

They all got up and walked through the school. They passed the gym and the science lab and

even the library. No one said a word. No one even looked at each other; they all just walked in silence.

When they climbed inside the pearly white Escalade SUV, it smelled like the Smiths; a combination of

peppermint and spearmint. There was a rip behind the drivers seat, and the car still smelled like

pineapple. Everything was the same.

So, Dylan said trying to make conversation, what happened to Alex?

Oh, Mrs. Smith said, Taylor didnt tell you?

Of course I didnt tell her! Taylor snapped. She doesnt even look at me when she walks down

the hallways!

They turned the corner and stopped at a red light. No one said a word; they all just looked at

each other in silence. Dylan finally looked at Taylor.

Im sorry, Dylan whispered. I didnt mean to hurt you. I just I dont know what happened. I

got so caught up in the lifestyle that I forgot whats important to me. You are whats important to me.

Taylor looked at her astonished almost like a deer caught in headlights. Should I believe her? Is

she just making this all up to make my mom happy?Taylor thought about all these things as Dylan went

on.

Taylor, Dylan started to cry, I miss you. I have been going through a lot the last couple of

days, and I cant handle it. Life without you isnt fun. You are the only one who knows me inside and

outI love you.

And with that, the water works started. Everyone was crying and hugging. Mrs. Smith had to pull

over just so the girls could cry together. Taylor moved to sit in the back of the car with Dylan.

Friends? Dylan asked, her eyes wet but hopeful.

Friends, Taylor promised.

And with that, the girls hugged, and Mrs. Smith drove to the hospital.

They rounded the corner to the hospital and Taylors mother parked the car. They were walking

up the big oak hospital stairs a familiar person walking down the stairs. Oh my God! Taylor thought to

herself.Jake told me he was going to meet me here. I totally forgot! Wheres my phone? Where is my cell

phone?

Taylor was freaking out.

Dylan was much more calm. Ill give him to her, Dylan decided. He deserves her, not me. As Jake

got nearer, Dylan sped up to Mrs. Smith.

Hi Jake, Dylan said politely. She turned to Mrs. Smith and said, Lets leave Jake and Taylor to

talk, and well give this giant animal to Alex.

Sure. Honey. Mrs. Smith replied. Then she turned to Taylor. Taylor is that okay with you?

Taylor glanced at Dylan, and they exchanged a long stare, the kind only best friends can. And

with that Dylan, and Mrs. Smith walked up the stairs, leaving Taylor and Jake alone.


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