Thanks to punk-anjewl, pickledxwriter, and Cindy

PsYcHoJo- It's even more sad when you begin to believe that the fanfic characters are really people and you find yourself wondering what they would be like, and analyzing everything they say…You're right about Paige. Aww, the ones with Rick and Terri are so sad… *tear *

x Confused Girl x (love your name, by the way…)- You'll hear more about Tory in the next chapter, I have to get a bit of Sean and Ellie interacting in this one first…ok? And yes, weird Sauve will continue to be weird…

emma- yes, suspense indeed! How else would I get you to come back and read the chapters? Lol. Lucky girl, where are you going?

Itsonlyme- Next chapter (hopefully) you'll get the full explanation of Tory…

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I'm officially OK. I think. Today Sauve put Marco and Jamie together, and me and Sean. Sean and I would be more grammatically correct, whatever. We were talking about our parents. He lives with his brother Tracker (at least, that's what it sounded like, although it may have been Whacker…?)

Anyway, after talking a while we could practically finish each other's sentences. It sort of scares me. But not as much as the fact that he knows it's not just my parents.

"So what is it actually, miss Ellie Nash?"

"What is what?"

"Why are you here?"

"Um.. my parents… I guess…?"

"Bull. What's actually wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what's wrong with you? It's sort of obvious that it's not just your parents. There's another reason that you're here."

"If you that much than you must have a reason yourself."

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling unless you tell me."

God, he is such a jerk.

"I'm not telling either."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"But there is something."

"There is something, yes."

"Yes."

We just sort of sat there and looked at each other, and I followed his eyes to my bag. It's not a tiny purse like Paige carries around with her lip gloss, I have a heavy-duty big chunky thing. It has everything in it; I hate being somewhere and not having, like, a drink, or my phone, or eyeliner… or anything else. My journal, pens, pencils, pencil sharpener.

"So what's in there?"

"Aw.. nothing."

"More like everything!"

"Yeah, well… I'm a high maintenance girl."

"High maintenance meaning requiring 5 times the makeup as Paige?"

"Well… that too."

"Ah."

So after that, I went and saw Sauve alone. She asked to see my arm. She sort of cocked her head and said, "Hmmm." Like I was an art display. At a modern art museum. "Mmm-hmm."
"And…?" I wanted to hear what she thought of me. And my disgusting habit.

"Well. It doesn't look like it's improving."

"Yeah, well, I'm trying not to it anymore now."

"And why is that?"

"My dad's coming home."

"Oh really?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah."

"Oh, well… time's up. I have another…client."

"Bye."

After that, cause it was in the middle of a period and I didn't really feel like going to class, I just kind of sat outside in the parking lot. Thinking a lot about everything and everybody. I was almost crying. I don't cry, though. It sort of scared me. But then I had to go to class, so I left.

But the most important and most shocking part of the day was when I talked to Paige. She went on and on about healing, and she dragged me into the girls' room so she could see my arm.

"Ellie, I really am worried about you."

"Yeah, OK, mom."

"Not like your mom actually cares about you!"

Ouch. She had actually gotten me there.

"Yeah, ok, whatever Paige."

"You know, a couple of years ago I helped somebody who was in the same situation as you, you know."

"Really. Fascinating."

"I think I can do this."

"Yeah, well I'm not going to be your little project in honor of the one you failed at a couple years ago." I smirked, thinking I'd got the best of her.

But I was wrong. She looked back at me, her eyes full of laughter.

"But I did succeed."

"Oh, really."

"Yeah," she said, her eyes still smiling. "It was Dylan."

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Well, I bet I surprised you there. Didn't I.

Well, review, tell me what you think. And as well, answer these 2 questions for me, will you?

What do you think happened to Tory?

And,

Pick one, Liberty-JT-Manny, or Ashley-Paige-Spinner.

OK, thanks and good night!