CHAPTER ONE

"Sophie," someone whispered. Sophie opened her eyes. Then immediately rolled over and put her pillow over her face. At the movement, her roommate started screeching.

"SOPHIEEEEEEEEEEEE! It's graduation day! Get up!" Biana yelled. "Do I need to hail your parents?"

"Nooo." Sophie said, but because of the pillow it came out more as a "Ennoo…"

"Soph, you need to get ready. This is the first day of the rest of our lives."

"Bi-an-a, you say that every day. Be original for once."

"But today it's for real! Now GET UP!"

"Fine, I'm up I'm up," Sophie said as she rolled out of bed. Biana dumped a cup of freezing water on her face as Sophie grabbed for Biana. "Get out of here," she said jokingly.

"Uh, I live here too. Come on!" Biana dragged her out of her small bedroom. Sophie thought she wouldn't mind the space, but her room at Havenfield was much better. This room was entirely white and silver, with the exception of pictures that Sophie had projected. There were several of her and her family; Grady, Edaline, and her adopted siblings Almon and Esta. Grady and Edaline had opened up a lot more after they had adopted her, they also adopted the kids after their friends Courtland and Dayse had passed away. But in doing that they had given away of most the animals at their preserve. Now there was only Verdi, their resident T-rex, Dakoda, a beautiful firebird, Hamsterzilla the verminion, and an empty pasture for when Silveny, Grayfell, and their not-so-much-a-baby Mintie came to visit. Grady and Edaline worked closely with the Hekses now, something Sophie never thought possible. There were also pictures of her and her friends, especially ones of her and Keefe, and her and Fitz. In her room, there was also a double bed covered with a silver bedspread embroidered with a unicorn, a dresser and a closet to keep her clothes in, and a Jack-and-Jill bathroom that she shared with Biana. Biana's room was the exact same except for there were lots more of, well, everything. Biana had a lot more clothes, more makeup, and more pictures from her parents Alden and Della, and her brother Fitz. The outer room had a small kitchenette and a living space with chairs, a low table, and an imparter charging station. Everything was either silver or white, the reason Sophie and Biana had made some colorful blankets. Now that Sophie had showed and changed, Biana was carefully drying and fixing her hair with special elixirs that Dex had made.

"Stop fidgeting." Biana said.

"Can I just check my imparter? Almon is probably going crazy!" Sophie's little brother was crazy about her and missed her most of all.

"Fine, this needs to set for a while anyways. Just don't go crazy!" Biana said as Sophie ran/walked away. Sophie grabbed her imparter and saw she had a billion messages.

ALMON: Hi Sophie! I'm really excited to see you today! Can you come home now?

ALMON: Sophie stop sleeping!

ALMON: Sophie are you ok?

ALMON: Mom is also worried now

MOM: Hey beautiful! Are you excited for your last day of school?

DAD: Can't wait to see you!

ALMON: Silveny just showed up!

KEEFE: Hey Foster, you ready to be a real adult?

FITZ: Hi Sophie! I hope you have a good day! I probably won't be able to make it, but Keefe is going to hail me during it and show me what's happening. I'm sorry I can't come, but being and Emissary is a little crazy. I don't know if I will be able to make it to the party either, but please don't hate me. Wow this is coming out all wrong, but I hope you will still like me?
FITZ: Ok ignore that. I'm sorry I won't be able to make it.

FITZ: Do you hate me?

FITZ: I'm sorry

FITZ: I'm sorry

FITZ: I'm sorry

FITZ: I'm sorry

FITZ: I'm sorry

FITZ: I'm sorry

FITZ: I'm sorry

"Hey Bi, come look at this!" Sophie said after she had replied to everyone except Fitz. "Come help me out."

Biana came running. "Yeah my brother started messaging me to say sorry. He really likes you."

Those words hung between them until Biana said, "Um, your hair?"

"Oh yeah, thanks," Sophie said halfheartedly. They started to walk away, and then they heard the pounding on the door.