A/N - This is our first fanfic, so please don't judge. We do need reviews, though. We want to improve our writing. This starts with Phoebe Jane, Emma's daughter, than continues to Rosanna, Megan's daughter, and Louise, Becca's. Watch out for MDBC-reads-MDBC type fanfic in here, even if it doesn't seem like it. R&R (read and review) peeps.

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Chapter 1

I love school.

This may seem like something only a nerd would say, but trust me, I'm far from that. I hate all subjects, and my grades leave much to be desired. My mom, who is a children's author, is constantly badgering me about homework when I'd much rather be texting Emily Hawthorne, my best friend and cousin. She's named after my mother, Emma Hawthorne-Chadwick, because our moms were friends when they were our age.

"Hey Phoebe Jane," says Emily, jolting me out of dreamland. She's just gotten on the bus, and I can tell that it's been another rushed morning for her. Emily lives on what used to be a farm, but there's still a few animals there. But I refrain from making any comments about bad smell today.

"I absolutely LOVE your skirt, Phoebs," Emily gushes. She and I are always on top of fashion, and the bus is the perfect time for the latest gossips.

"Yeah, my mom let me go shopping for the first time this century," We both burst out laughing. Ms, Emma Chadwick is well known for her preference of books to the mall.

"At least you have new clothes!" Emily's father simply adores thrift stores, so that's where a lot of her clothes come from. Still, she's saving up her allowance for a trip to the mall.

"Oh look, it's the Sports Wonder," I groan. We've just reached Rosanna Wong-Berkeley's stop, and she parades onto the bus in a pair of last year's jeans and some baseball jersey. Her fashion sense is pitiful, really, especially since her mother is only the most famous fashion designer ever, Megan Wong-Berkeley. My closet would only have her designs in it, but they're all way too expensive.

"Rosanna, I just LOVE your clothes," mocks Emily. I laugh alongside her. "Oh, where did you get those jeans? From the hamper?"

"It's Rosy," she grumbles, her face almost as red as Annabelle Sloane-Berkeley, this nerd girl huddled in a corner with her bookworm best friend Louise Rochester. Rosy plops down in the seat behind Annabelle and continues to pout. Emily and I, in the far back, can barely contain our loud guffaws.

"There's Philip Norton!" squeals Emily. Philip Norton is the hottest boy in the school, and I would walk over hot coals to sit next to him in class, even if he is rumoured to be pretty mean. I wouldn't know - he's never talked to me before!

"How's your father?" he says kindly, but his eyes are ablaze with something I can't quite identify. Hate, maybe.

"Umm" I mumble. My father is an unmentioned subject in school. Everyone knows that he ran off with some other woman last month, even though he's still married to my mom and hasn't called about a divorce.

"Don't you know?" He supposedly - " Philip is cut off by the bus driver, who hollers "Everybody off!" as we near school. Relieved for the interruption, I hurry off with Emily in tow.

"What was that all about?" I whisper to Emily as we rush to Math.

"I don't know." she whispers back, "Just forget about it."

I try to, but the rest of the day it nags at me. I don't even notice when Ms. Silva gives an essay for English homework (on the first day of school!), so Emily texts me later.

Instead of going on the bus, I walk home and nearly trip over a stack of books as I open the front door.

"Sorry honey!" my mom says as she darts from her bedroom to the kitchen and quickly packs up some lemon bars - her favorite. "Come on, get ready. We have to be at the Rochesters' in ten minutes."

"The ROCHESTERS? Why?" Louise, my cousin, is such a bookworm and a real goody-two shoes, plus Mrs. Rochester and my mom were never really best friends in their book club, I've never been to her house before. Speaking of book club….

"Mom, we're not doing another Mother-Daughter Book Club!" I burst out.

"Why not? It's a fun way for you girls to socialize and read."

"I hate reading! And anyway, Annabelle is a nerd, Louise is a bookworm and Rosanna is a jock. I can't 'socialize' with those kinds of people!"

"Phoebe Jane, stop this nonsense! Get ready, we're leaving soon." I scamper to my room, which is only a few feet away, destroying all hope of a dramatic effect. Our house is all on one floor, since Dad is always gone. Even though Annabelle Fairfax (Annabelle Sloane-Berkeley's aunt) only happened recently, sometimes he would disappear out of the blue and only come back weeks or months later.

I shove that thought out of my head and focus on decided what to wear. It's still pretty warm outside, so after a long time I finally decide on a black miniskirt and white tank top. I add silver earrings and bracelets as accessories, along with plain black ballet flats. Time to go!