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Three fourteen-year-old girls stood together on a front porch, waiting for the fourth girl. One girl looked down at her stomach, there was a row of fat bulging over her too-tight jeans, she slid her left hand over her frizzy, almost-orange hair. This girl was a dork, in everyone's eyes, if only they knew what she was really like.
The second girl was completely different, she was super-skinny and super smart. Her dirty blonde hair blew across her face in the wind, if she wasn't so much of a nerd, she'd be super popular, she looked over at the house next door, her house. Her parents were both lawyers, her house was just as big as the one she was standing in front of just now.
The third girl wasn't very rich, her mother was an Art teacher and her father, an English teacher. She was beautiful, with golden -brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes, if only people noticed her. She was also very smart, a straight-A student, but she hadn't been particularly popular, until she met the fourth girl.
They heard footsteps running down the stairs and the front door opened, a tall, dark-haired figure stared at them.
'Uh, hi Andrew', Maria, the second girl said.
'I'll go get my sister', Andrew sighed, before walking back inside, slamming the door in their face.
'What's his deal?' Avery, the first girl mumbled.
'He's been like that a lot recently', Catherine, the third girl said quietly, 'At least that's what Lucie told me'.
The door opened once again, and this time a fourteen-year-old girl with long, wavy golden-blonde hair was standing behind it. Her sky-coloured blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, this girl was Lucie Woodland, the It-girl of everything in their small town of Lilywood, Pennsylvania, especially school.
Almost everyone in Lilywood was rich, with luxury estates and 5-car garages, and Lucie was no exception. Catherine and Avery however, weren't as rich as their peers.
'Hey guys, what's up?' Lucie asked, looking at them all.
'Um, we just wanted to tell you that we're allowed to use my barn for our sleepover', Maria said excitedly. The girls were planning their start-of-summer sleepover, to celebrate the end of the year at school, and, their first year of friendship. The girls all squealed with excitement, their sleepover was on the night of the last day of the school year, in just a few weeks.
But something else would happen in a few weeks, on that same night as the sleepover.
The fourth friend would go missing.