Dear Chase,

I set my diary down and stuck in my bag. My limo driver wouldn't speak to me,

"Hey Mr. Limo Driver"I paused"Wait what's your name?"zero response what-so-ever,

"Nothing?Okay." It was an awkward drive. Finally we reached the airport. I quickly thanked Mr. I'm Antisocial for driving me then staggered out of the car almost tripping, and grumbling about how helpless I look, but managed to get into the airport in one piece. When I saw three other girls, I recognized them as Jessica Carrie, Manvi Thalwar, and Teresa Hillerman. As I walked up to them Manvi said,

"Hi, uh..." she didn't know my name, or wasn't sure

"I'm Antoinette French." Teresa started laughing and Jessica tripped over nothing, we all just looked at her wondering why she was laughing,

"You're named after the ancient french queen, the one who got guillotined in the revolution, I guess we know how your tale is going to end," She taunted me. Lucky for her, since I'm known to be quick to anger, and I was about to blow, the pilot came out and told us it was time to get in the plane. I gave Teresa a withering look which is quite frightening with my violet eyes, hoped on after Jessica, sat down next to Manvi, the only one who had civil to me and blocked out the world until we landed. I saw millions of posters with my name them, three times as much as Jessica, about as many as Manvi, and a few more than Teresa. Satisfied I walked out of the plane.

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Gracelynn's POV

I rooted around in my bag for my journal, but I couldn't find it, maybe I had lost it! No, I probably just left it at home, yeah that's it, I thought. then I looked out the window and watched Waverly pass by before my eyes. We reached the airport and I skipped in hoping that the other girls would see me as confident and outgoing, not secretive and shy. I saw the others, Lorraine Knight and Annelyse Morse. I had the small plane. I smiled at them and waved,

"I'm Gracelynn but you can call me Gracie" I bubbled, matching my enthusiasm Annelyse giggled, and replied,

"I'm Annelyse but you can call me Anna" Lorraine smiled and extended her hand,

"I'm Lorraine" we looked to see if there was more, "It's just Lorraine," she stressed. We shrugged but smiled, and I wondered why she so formal, no professional.

"What do you two do for a living?" Anna asked, "I'm a law student", she prompted.

"I make jewelry" I said, I looked at Lorraine maybe this was why she was so professional,

"I'm a secretary" She stated, we waited for more, nothing.

"You aren't very talkative are you?" A look of surprise flitted across her face, then a spontaneous look of genuine happiness lit up her features making her pretty red curls look even more vibrant.

"Glad, you noticed" the words were few but I could tell we passed her first friendship boundary, but there were many more to unravel before we would find her core.

The pilot escorted us onto the plane where all three of us chatted (more me and Anna but Lorraine talked more than we thought she would) and played Truth or Dare until the plane ride was almost over. Then I started gripping the seat so tightly my hands hurt, and I blocked out everything else. Then suddenly a hand gripped mine and squeezed it. I don't know who it was I think it was Anna but it could have been Lorraine. When we hit the ground, the hand released mine and my eyes flew open. I did it! I flew and didn't die! I sighed a sigh of relief, God I hate Aviatophobia! I thought. I looked at my new friends who were looking out the window there were more posters with our names on them than there were people in Waverly, Angeles, and Yukon combined.

"Potrei svenire" I murmured

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Jessica's POV

I had arrived at the airport and was purposefully ignoring Teresa and politely ignoring Manvi, who seemed nice enough. I lost myself in daydream,

Chase's arms wrapped around me while he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I giggled as he promised to marry me if I would have him, 'Yes' I whispered. We continued to dance to the most romantic song ever, in the gazebo on top of the palace at sunset. Then our lips are about to touch when,

"I'm Antoinette French" I tripped as the scene dissipated into nothing much to my dismay. I almost didn't hear the relentless laughing and taunting of Antoinette. I looked at the latter and saw that her face was red from rage and her amethyst eyes were blazing with a psychotic flash. The effect was rather horrifying, I mean it would have been scary if her eyes were blue but the purple color ices the creepy cake. I steered clear of her for two reasons, a) she creeps me out and b) I just really don't like her!, and when I saw that she had three times as many people rooting for her to be Chase's wife. My over-protective fangirl meter blew up in brain, and suddenly I craved her blood.

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Don't worry Jess hasn't gone completely crazy but, how do you like the others? R&R please! Submit!