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It's hard to say the exact moment I lost myself. It could have been when I lost my mother, or when my heartbroken father abandoned me. It could have been at the start of junior year, when I realized all that mattered was getting out of Minnesota. But looking back, when I lost myself wasn't what mattered. It was when I finally found myself that did. And the four people that, despite everything, helped me find my way.

Chapter 1

My aunt, Marissa, was already on her way to work as a lawyer when I woke up for school. Marissa also ran a small orphanage/foster home and every other day, she stayed home to watch the kids. On the days she worked at her firm, her best friend, Eve, worked at home. Knowing Eve would be at the house shortly, I quickly made blueberry pancakes for the five other kids. Skipping breakfast myself, I changed into black leggings, a white long-sleeved shirt, tan cardigan, and black boots. Studying my clear blue eyes in the mirror, I braided back my long dark brown hair and left for school.

When I arrived on campus, I watched as friends greeted each other with open arms. Boyfriends greeted their girlfriends with warm smiles and sweet kisses. I sighed and walked on, knowing I would get no such greeting.

Standing next to the entrance of my first period class, surrounded by girls, were the four most popular boys in school. I didn't know their names-I didn't have friends to gossip and fangirl with or any classes with the boys-but I knew about them. They were best friends, made varsity hockey as freshmen, and had a reputation as the four hottest juniors. The crowd laughed at a joke that was made and one tall brunette caught my eye, just as he did every other day. His hair was perfect, his hazel eyes sparkled, and his perfect-toothed grin was captivating. Still smiling, he glanced at me and for a split second, our eyes met. I quickly looked down at my feet and walked into my classroom before anyone could see the blush creep up to my cheeks.

The rest of school passed by quickly. A few people said "hi" as they passed me in the halls, but no one stuck around to start up a conversation. No one ever did. After school, I sat in my usual spot at the edge of the stands and, along with others, watched the last few minutes of the varsity hockey team's last practice before the big game against our rival school. The practice ended and I left to sit on the bleachers overlooking the swim team's practice lake outside. I looked out on the glistening surface, reminiscing in the days where I would sit on the couch watching Minnesota Wild games with my dad before he abandoned me. The precious memories were cut short as I was pushed off my seat and onto the cold snow.

I quickly stood up, brushed myself off, and turned to face whoever shoved me off. I wasn't surprise to find the two girls whom I came to know as the "Popsicles." Tall, blonde, gorgeous twins, Victoria and Veronica were the two most popular juniors on campus with the coldest personalities. And, unfortunately, I happened to be their favorite target.

"Oops, sorry," Victoria purred. "I didn't see you there."

"It was like you were totally invisible," Veronica added. They each took a step towards me as I took one back.

"Where are you friends?" Victoria asked, advancing towards me.

"Oh, that's right," Veronica mocked. "You don't have any."

"Do us all a favor, dear," Victoria started.

"And drop off the planet, will you?" Veronica finished.

I soon learned why the swim team didn't practice there that night. What happened next happened all too fast. Not noticing how close I was to the edge of the water, I took another step back, weight in my heels. Half of my foot was still on the snow and I tried to throw my weight forward to keep from falling in.

I vaguely heard the Popsicles scream as I slipped into the inhumanely cold water. I let out a small shriek as I fell in, succeeding only in cracking my head against the ice-covered concrete. The watery world around me slowly got darker; my lungs screamed for air and as I slowly sank, I knew it was the end.

I still have trouble believing what happened next. Two arms wrapped around my torso and brought me back up. Once I was safe on land, I gasped in as much air as possible, while coughing out water. Barely conscious, I vaguely felt the weight of my jacket off and my shirt being peeled off.

"No, no," I muttered, trying to save myself the embarrassment of being in just my bra. But my attempts to push their hands away from me became futile. The world around me blurred and the words these people were telling me faded. Quickly, the cold and dark consumed me and I blacked out.

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