The award for slowest update goes to : BlondeMascaraPrincess.

I'm sorry! I've been so busy these past weeks – I almost forgot that I wrote the sequel! But thanks to your lovely reviews :) I told myself to stay up tonight and finish this chapter! I know it's a little short but I promise I've already started the third one so it'll be up quicker!

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I can be tough

I can be strong

But with you

It's not like that at all

-Avril Lavigne Wish You Were Here

"Sam?" I whirled around like a crazy tornado.

"Hey Carls," My dead best friend said as if that was as normal as the sky being blue. My dead best friend who was buried under the ground – dead – and who's death Freddie was b i t t e r for.

"Oh he'll come around to you again," Sam said, reading my thoughts like an open book on my pale exterior, "He's just…getting used to all this."

when am i going to get used to all this?

I reached out my hand. "What…what are you doing?"

Sam stared at my out-stretched hand and gave me a weird look. "What am I doing? What are you doing?" She swatted my hand.

"No I man…what are you doing here?" I asked shaking my head, as if the ghostly girl with blonde curls and ocean blue eyes would disappear and the world would start spinning again.

"I'm here to see you!" Sam said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. "My little, or should I say "healthy", Carly-kins has changed since I've died –"

I had eaten 1082 calories today of cereal and milk, toasted turkey sandwiches and three chocolate chip cookies so I had no reason to feel dizzy.

But I think the thought of seeing your dead bestfriendfornever sit on your couch and say openly she was dead – would make a:n:y:b:o:d:y faint.

"Carly? Thank God – she's awake!" The bells of Gibby's voice went ringringring in my aching head.

I opened my eyes and took in the scene like Sam used to take in ribs and large ham sandwiches –

Sam.

[where was she?]

I looked around the room of white walls and empty promises and the faces of people I knew – Scared Spencer, Annoyed Angie, Gaping Gibby, Distracted Doctor, Nerdy Nurse, Furious Freddie – but no Sam.

Was she even r e a l l y here like the sun, the stars, the moon?

"Where am I?" I asked, trying to make conversation in the silent room. I knew where I was.

i've been here too much.

"You're at the hospital, Miss Shay." Distracted Doctor sighed while writing on his clipboard. "And I some questions for you to answer."

He looked at TMCFT and Freddie and nodded his head out the door. It was a tie between Gibby and Spencer to leave last but a closecloserclosest tie between Angie and Freddie to leave first.

"It doesn't appear you have a concussion, Miss Shay." The doctor announced. "But it's recorded on your personal files that you've had a previous case of anorexia?"

I nodded but shook my head. "I ate today – I promise. 1082 calories. You can look at my chart. You can call my therapist!"

carly shay needs a new start.

I handed the doctor my calories sheet and pulled my therapist's business card out of my jeans pocket.

"I didn't faint because I was starving, I swear. I..tripped over the table leg in my living room and I fell on my head." I replied.

carly shay needs a new heart.

I shouldn't be l y i n g. L y i n g is badbadbad. It makes the doctors and therapists and shrinks madmadmad.

But how do you tell a doctor that your best friend d.i.e.d and came back to tell you you're fat?

The doctor looked at me quizzically. He stared at the card and sighed. "I believe you ate and aren't lying. Your stress levels are high however. That doesn't mean you didn't eat, it means something stressful might have happened recently…"

I gave him an "are you serious" look. "My best friend died three weeks and two days ago. Doesn't that spell stress in itself?"

The doctor raised his eyebrow and waved his hand at the nurse who began writing on her clipboard. "I supposed that would increase stress levels but why all of a sudden? Did you just remember her? Did you-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt doctor, but it's hard talking about her again. I just came back from my therapist a couple hours ago – I'm really done talking." I cut him off with my sharpest scissors and the conversation went snip. snip. snip.

The doctor nodded. "Of course, Miss Shay. I'm sorry about your loss. Excuse us for a second while we talk to your guardians and report to them. Please rest."

The two medical workers left the room and I was alone.

again.

But this time for real. There were no ghosts with wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. They couldn't make my straight brown hair and chocolate brown eyes look boring anymore. They couldn't haunt me.

i was safe.

Until something dawned on me.

I had one guardian. Not guardians.

(Angie is not Pig Latin for Mommy)

Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe the doctor just concluded that since Angie and Spencer were making starry eyes and rainbows and holding hands they were married and therefore both my guardians.

Maybe I was just s t r e s s i n g out for no reason.

I was calming myself down and singing sweet nothings when the doctor came back in with Spencer and Angie and I noticed something slightly annoying.

(not even slightly annoying – extremely terrible)

"The doctor told us about your stress levels and how Sam's…might still be affecting you," Spencer started to say. Unlike me – he managed to swim out of the deep end just in time.

"Which is why we're enrolling you in boarding school." Angie's peppy tone just right but her words completely wrong.

which is why we're enrolling you in boarding school.

Those three words played on repeat in my head – the playlist never ending.

boarding school?

we're?

Since when did Angie make decisions for me and since when did boarding school ever become apart of the multiple choice answers?

I stared closecloserclosest at Angie's hand and found my eyes b l i n d e d.

that's prettier than mommy's diamond ring…

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows as if I were playing Mommy this time and Spencer and Angie were in bigbigbig trouble.

all my life I've been good but now

"Spencer and I are getting married, Carly. He just proposed! And now – we make the decisions." She smirkedsmiled the most enticing smile I've ever seen, full of beauty and cruelty.

I'm thinking

"What the hell?"

Was that worth the wait? I hope so!

If it's not clear – I adore Avril Lavigne.

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