If My Heart Stops Beating. By Boo Keller

Everyone knew where they were from, their parents' last name, the parties they went to, their favorite food, and they all thought they knew their secrets, but they actually had no idea who they were.

Did anyone, really, know who they were? Their family? Their teachers? Their closest friends? The thing was: They were a closed group, so all five of them were their closest friends. At least that's what four of them thought.

The reason why that's that, was because 4 girls were normal teenagers that just didn't fit anywhere in school. Or outside of it. There was a swimmer, a punk, a nerd, and a chubby.

The swimmer, Emily, had her dad in the army and didn't see him for long. The punk, Aria, on the other hand, saw her dad live and in color while he cheated his wife with a school teacher a few years younger than him. The nerd, Spencer, wasn't really the best person you'd meet. She stole her sister's boyfriends twice. But at least she dressed nicely. She also had a nice house. The chubby was cute in a way. She had nice eyes, but was really weird. She was the kind of girl who eats their feelings. I never saw her without a muffin on her hand before the fifth girl came to Rosewood and brought all those lost girls together.

I watched everything they did. I knew everything about them. I actually knew who they were.

And still do.