In case you couldn't tell, the chapter titles are songs that I'm listening to at the moment. Because the songs reflect the mood of the story... yeah, nevermind. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

Lucy's POV

So far, this was fun. I liked working with these kids, it made me feel like I had friends.

"Joe, put Lucy's makeup on!" Charles barked.

I walked over to Joe, who pulled a few sponges and brushes out of his makeup box. "Could you close your eyes?" He asked.

A few minutes later, Joe held up a mirror to my face. My skin was pale, my eyes were dark, and my lips were red. It looked... scary, almost.

"Wow," I said, amazed. "Thanks. This is amazing."

"Lucy, here are your first lines." said Charles, shoving papers into my hands. "Martin, get the camera. We'll shoot on Cary's side first."

I looked over my lines, trying to memorize them as fast as I could.

"Lucy, get in place!" CHarles ordered.

I walked over to my place, which was standing across from Cary. "And... Action!" Charles said.

"Who are you?" Cary asked, walking towards me.

"Aubrey Cahill," I answered, smirking.

"Are you form around here?"

"You could say that." I smirked again.

"How old are you?" Cary asked.

"Thirteen." I answered.

"How long... How long have you been thirteen?"

"Cut!" Charles' voice rang out. "Lucy, that was great. Cary, don't go as fast."

"That's what she said..." I muttered. Only Cary heard, because he was closest to me, and he started laughing. Alice rolled her eyes.

"Ok, now in this scene, you two have a crush on each other, so you need to get closer. Lucy, you were fine. Cary, get closer. You almost want to have your noses touch."

"That's so cliche." I said. Alice smiled.

"Let's shoot on Cary's side again. Cary, slow down and get closer." Charles said. "And... Action!"

"Who are you?" Cary said, walking towards me again.

"Aubrey Cahill." I answered, smirking and taqking a few steps toward him.

We went through out lines, each time taking a few steps toward each other. By the time Cary said "how long have you been thirteen?", we were so close that you could barely fit a finger in between us.

"Cut! That was mint! Do that exact thing one more time!"

We said our lines one more time, but Charles said he wanted more shots, so we had to do it again. By the 7th shot, everybody was bored and tired. We decided to go home.

It was almost two in the morning. My mom usually didn't care how late I stayed out, as long as I told her or left a note, which I did.

Alice dropped me, Martin, and Cary off in front of Martin's house, because we all lived on the same street. Cary's house and my house were down the street a bit more, so we walk to it in silence.

Eventually we reached Cary's house. It was grey-blue with a small front porch and peeling paint. There were a lot of windows. He walked over to a tree close to a window and started climbing. I stood there at the bottom, feeling awkward.

When Cary was halfway up the tree, he looked down. "Come up, I wanna show you something." He shouted down. I wordlessly climbed up the tree.

Eventually, we reached a spot where a sturdy branch was connected to the roof. We climbed onto the roof and Cary opened his window. He slipped in and then helped me go through. His room was surprisingsly clean, aside from the empty sparkler boxes littering the carpet.

Cary walked over to his closet. He opened it up and pulled out a box. It was filled with pictures. We both sat on his bed wordlessly.

"So where did you move from?" He asked after a long silence.

"Connecticut," I answered. "I lived in Newtown."

He nodded his head and just looked at me for a few seconds. It was kind of awkward, but, hey, I'm an awkward person.

"Where is your dad now?" He asked.

"Prison." I answered. "For life."

"Where's your mom?"

"At home."

"Does she care if you sneak out?"

"Not really."

Another awkward silence.

"So how old are you?"

"Thirteen. You?"

"Thirteen."

Another awkward silence.

Just then there was a huge bang from outside. I whipped my head toward the window. I saw a flash of blond out of the corner of my eye and I knew that Cary was doing the same. There was another bang.

I got up and walked over to the window. "Lucy, I don't-"

There was another bang, and a scream of agony. "What the hell?" I exclaimed.

I stuck my head out the window. Something that looked like a log flew into the air. "Holy shit!" Cary exlaimed behind me.

Out of nowhere, something flew into Cary's room and hit the floor with a thump. I looked over to see what it was. Cary crept behind me.

I couldn't tell what it was. It was a black sphere, but it looked electrocutet. It was vibrating lightly. I put out my hand to touch it, but Cary grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

Another one flew in from the window, blue electricity buzzing around it. It grazed my forehead and I felt a sharp pain go through my body. I collapsed, wincing.

Cary kneeled down next to me. "Holy shit, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I winced again.

"Don't go home." He said. I honestly had no problem with that. I was not getting knocked out by one of those things.

Cary and I ended up staying up all night. My forehead was still in pain, and neither of us could talk. We sat on his bed in silence until the sun cameup. Every onvce in a while, another black sphere would fly through the window and scare up half to death.

At what I guessed was eight, I broke the long silence. "Do you think it's safe to go home now?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said. I climbed out the window and ran to my house, covering my head just in case there were more flying spheres. I walked in the front door. My mom sat at the kitchen table, reading a magazine. "Hey, Luce. how was filming?" She asked. "I thought you would have been back a bit earlier."

"I stayed at Cary's house." I replied.

"Who's Cary?"

"One of my new friends."

"Why did you stay there?"

"Well,I sort of got hit in the head by something..."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Some sort of... thing flew through the window and hit me."

She looked kind of confuded, but she must have seen the mark on my forehead. "Get dressed." She said. "It's Saturday."

I looked in my room for something to wear. My stuff wasn't unpacked yet, so I had to rummage around through boxes. I eventually chose a lime-green tank too with jean capris and black converse hi-tops. I pulled out a portablle mirror and touched up my eyeliner and arranged my hair to cover the mark where the black sphere had hit me.

Alice had told me last night that Her, Joe, Charles, Cary, Martin, and Preston always had breakfast at Carol's on saturday mornings, and she had invited me to go with them. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. "Bye, mom." I said. "I'm going to breakfast with Alice and her friends."