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Chapter 1

Summer Hathaway always felt left out. She was the manager of a really cool band, but it didn't feel the same as being "In" the band. No one even knew that Katie had taught her how to play the bass in 6th grade. It was now in the middle of their freshman year and no one knew anything was wrong with Summer.

Summer had changed. She now wore "punk-rock" clothing and had purple streaks in her hair. In High School there were no uniforms. She was best friends with her next door neighbor Freddy Jones and with her band-mate Katie Brown.

"Summer!" her mom called, "Freddy is on the phone."

"Okay, thanks mom," Summer replied.

Summer picked up her phone and said, "Hey Jones, what's up?"

"Nothing much," he replied, "How about you?"

"What do you think?" She teased.

"You have the hots for your ridiculously sexy neighbor?" he answered.

"You wish," Summer replied sarcastically.

"Come to your window," Freddy told her.

Since they were neighbors Freddy and Summer's rooms faced each other.

Summer sauntered over to her window and opened it letting in the fresh April air.

"Okay," She called over, "I'm here."

"Hey," Freddy said sticking his head out the window.

"What's up Fred?" She asked.

"Nothing, just wanted to talk face to face," he explained.

"Okay," She replied unsurely.

"Summer!" summer's mom called over the intercom.

"What?" she asked.

"Kevin is on the phone," her mom answered.

"Oh great," she said under her breath, but in her fake happy voice, "Hi Kevin."

"Hey," he replied in his gruff voice, "Just wanted to say hi."

"Well hi," Summer said annoyed.

"So... yea, Hi!" he said.

"Look Kevin I'm sorry, but I really have to go," She told him.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Yea, it's fine."

"Okay, well Bye!" He said cheerfully.

As Summer hung up the phone she turned to Freddy with a smile and a laugh. "Sorry, that was some people at the country club's son."

"It's okay," Freddy said, "You don't like him?"

"No!" Summer exclaimed, "He's a creep!"

Freddy laughed and said, "Well, I gotta go. Band Practice."

"Oh," Summer said suddenly feeling sad, she put on her fake-happy smile, "Well, see ya!"

"Don't try that with me, Summer Hathaway," Freddy said sternly, "I know that fake-happy voice and smile."

Summer shook her head in mock surprise, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Freddy gave her his B.S. look.

"Freddy, I'm fine," She yelled throwing up her hands.

"Okay... Bye." He said and shut his window.

Summer looked at her closet. Within was the new bass guitar her grandpa had gotten her for her birthday. She got up and opened her closet; she took out her bass and started to play along to Linkin Park's In the End.