Chapter 1

"Spencer!" Teddy hissed, trying not to disturb her siblings' sleeping. It was three o' clock in the morning and Teddy was talking on the phone with Spencer Walsh, her current boyfriend.

"For the last time, I DID NOT CHEAT with Ashley. Who could care about her?" He retorted with a dry smile, even though she couldn't actually see her.

"I saw you! She went to your house."

"It was a science assignment!"

She struggled to find words. "So? You could've gone to the park."

"Teddy, the park was closed." His voice sounded calm and collected.

"SO? You have a crush on her. Admit it. All the boys in 10th grade do." She was angry. What if Spencer really is cheating on me? She thought. I would be crushed. But she couldn't think about that. If Spencer really was cheating on her (again), he wouldn't be worth it anymore and she'd just shoo him away as if he were a fly.

"I don't! How many times do I have to tell you that? I love you and only you."

"Hah," she scoffed. Her arms were folded tightly and she could almost see red. "That's exactly what you said while YOU WERE DATING SKYLAR!"

Teddy heard a voice from upstairs. "Go to bed, Teddy!" Her mom called sleepily.

"You know what?" Teddy asked. "I'm going to bed. See ya at school," she said coldly while slamming the phone down with both hands. She hit her forehead on the table while walking to her bed. What would happen now? Teddy knew that she'd have to face Spencer tomorrow at school. She could skip school! No, she thought. I've never skipped school and I'm not going to start now. But she could pretend to be sick. Yeah, that's it!

She covered herself with the warm blanket and went to her happy place, imagining herself embarrassing Spencer in front of the entire world and Spencer on his hands and knees begging for her forgiveness for cheating on her. She imagined this until she slowly fell into a deep, comfy sleep.

She woke up next morning with some serious bedhead. Her alarm was ringing loudly. She groaned and went over to turn it off. Just then did she remember Spencer. She groaned again. At least she was staying home.

She snuck down the stairs and put a cold washcloth on her forehead to help with the act. She then procceded to take something from the fridge for puke. What color is puke? She thought. She decided to smush up some yams and put it into a bucket. Might be the wrong texture, but it's the same color.

Teddy walked up to Amy and Bob's bedroom where Amy was sleeping. Bob was called in work extra early to deal with a huge flea infestation in a hotel.

"Mom! I'm think I'm sick," I whispered in my best 'sick' voice possible. She held her bucket with all the 'puke' inside and tilted it at an angle where Amy could see the bucket.

"Okay. You go onto bed. I'll make you some chicken noodle soup later today, okay honey?"

I nodded and walked upstairs and climbed under the covers. Just go to my happy place, I told myself. But suddenly Spencer was my happy place.