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A/N: In case you haven't understood yet, here are all the couples and children.
Emma (and Stupid Stewrat): Phoebe Jane
RELATED TO EMILY AND LOUISE
Jess and Darcy: Emily
RELATED TO PHOEBS AND LOUISE
Rebecca and Theo: Louise,
RELATED TO PHOEBS AND EMILY
Megan and Simon: Rosanna, Justin, Sophie, Maya and Amy
RELATED TO ANNABELLE AND EDWARD
Cassidy and Tristan: Annabelle, Edward
RELATED TO THE MANY KID'S IN MEGAN'S FAMILY
Zach Norton and Savannah Sinclair: Philip Norton
And that's all our characters so far. Please read and review!
-The WriterGirls
P.S. Can't believe Stewart broke up with Emma in the 7th! Hate him! In this one he begs Emma to marry him, but get's uninterested sooo fast. Have I mentioned I hate him?
PPS. I haven't included any of the college drama, but I'll see if I can figure it out. I prefer writing about younger kids.
"Rosy, come on. We have to go!" my mom pleads from the doorway. I dash towards her in my jeans and jersey. "What are you wearing?" she scolds. "At least try to dress up. Let Sophia do your makeup, and I'll get you a nice dress."
I recoil in fright. "A dress!?" I screech. "I'd rather have Maya and Amy's clothes!" I kind of have a big family, with four siblings. Maya and Amy are identical twins, seven years old. Justin is two years older than me, and Sophia three. Justin is really popular at school, with loads of friends - all because he's amazing at sports! So am I, but no one is falling over themselves to have a crush on me. Anyway, it wouldn't matter because I hate that stuff.
"Rosanna! Go upstairs!" I groan and drag myself up the stairs. Sophie is waiting for me in her bedroom, armed with all sorts of potions.
"Let's start with clothes," she says. "I was thinking a dress from Mom's fashion show in 7th grade - you know, the yellow-and-orange one with the halter top? That style is really popular now, and with this lip gloss it will look really nice."
"MAKEUP!?" I screech. "Never!"
Sophie rolls her eyes. "Fine. Just put on the dress and go."
"Please!" I beg. "No dress!"
"Just do it."
"Ugh." I slink away to my room, dress in hand. I plan on ditching it as soon as possible.
"Rosy! Come on!" my mother shouts from downstairs. I drop the dress and run out the doorway and into the car. As we drive, she decides to lecture me. "I thought Sophie was going to do your makeup, hair and find some clothes for you. Why did you turn down that dress? It is one of my designs,"
Mom is a really famous designer, but I couldn't care half. It's so lame! Who wants to be a model, anyway? Oh, I just love walking in fancy clothes! Such a fulfilling job!
"Okay, we're here." says my mom cheerily. I eye her with suspiscion. Why the Rochesters? "This is going to be so much fun! The girls and I had nothing alike, but even now we're best friends." Oh god. Another book club.
Mom and I walk up to the door and knock. "Megan?" someone asks. "Come in!"
"Everybody, now that the Wong-Berkeleys are here, we'll begin our session." I squint as I recognize the woman speaking. It's Rebecca Rochester! My mom's BFF from school. Next to her is her daughter, Louise, who's not that bad but kind of a bookworm. Next to her is my cousin, Annabelle, and my aunt and idol, the hockey coach Cassidy Sloane-Berkeley, a gold medalist in the Olympics. She's awesome. In an armchair to the right is Emma Chadwick with her daughter Phoebe Jane perched on the side, gabbing away to her friend Emily. I know everyone here, and they all suck (Except for Aunt Cassidy).
"When we were your age, girls, our mothers started a Mother-Daughter Book Club and we became unlikely friends. I would like you all to open your handouts and reat the rules.
Each of us has been handed a packet listed rules - all the usual. The packet also says that we're going to be reading a classic - The Diary of A Young Girl. Anne Frank. Ugh. THis is going to be a long year.
Not one of our longest chapters, but pretty good. We can't wait for you to read the next!
-WriterGirls
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