Going to add something from the original story...

Yay!

And stuff.

If you have any suggestions, just comment, because I plan to finish this in the next two chapters.

CHAPTER 11

I woke up on the morning of midterms to find Iggy nesting in my hair. The little cat had somehow managed to get himself trapped in my long golden locks.

"Ow, what...?" I groaned as I tried to sit up.

Iggy meowed and squirmed, trapping himself more.

"Edaline! Help!" I yelled.

She burst into the room.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, running towards my bed.

"Iggy..." I said.

She burst out laughing.

"Only you, Sophie. Only you have this much bad luck." Edaline giggled, getting to work.

She pulled and prodded for what seemed like forever before Iggy was free.

"You have to hurry! You'll miss the bus." she said.

I jumped into my uniform, brushed my incredibly tangled hair, and ran downstairs. I put on my backpack, and ran to the kitchen.

"ByeGradybyeEdalineloveyouseeyou!" I said, grabbing a piece of toast. Then I sprinted out of the front door.

I made it to the bus stop just in time.

I sat down next to Dex and munched on my toast.

"Wow, you barely made it." he remarked.

"Mmmmm." I mumbled.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Iggy. Hair." I said. I was exhausted after such a long sleepless night.

True, I had always had problems with insomnia, but the stress from midterms didn't help.

"Nervous about midterms?" Dex asked.

I groaned.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dex chuckled.

We got to school, and I stepped off of the bus.

We walked to the cafeteria for Monday Morning Announcements.

"Good morning students. As you all know, we have midterms today. You will be divided by grade, and will be given an exam by each teacher." (a/n- making this up as I go.)

We split up into separate grades, and we began our midterms.

For Math, English, Science, and History we had paper tests.

For P.E. we had tho do a certain amount of exercises in a limited amount of time.

For Art, I had to critique an artwork.

For French, I had to have a short conversation with my teacher. This was easy for me, because I had already become fluent in French when I lived with some previous foster parents. (a/n- polyglot, I guess? Idk.)

Advanced chemistry was last. We had to find a way to get the rust off of an iron key.

Did vinegar work? I feel like I had read that somewhere. Yep, there was vinegar on the table. What they didn't tell you, is that you had to scrub the iron. When time was up, I only had three quarters of the key done. Oh, well. I did my best.

I sighed wearily as we went to lunch.

"How'd you do?" asked Dex, coming to walk beside me.

"Eh. Average, I guess."

"Cool. I'm pretty sure I failed English, but whatever. I just can't understand verbals." he griped.

"Ugh. Same." I laughed.

"Hey, Foster!" called a voice from behind me.

I turned to see Keefe and Fitz walking towards me.

"Hey guys." I said.

"How were midterms?" Fitz asked.

"Meh." Dex and I said together.

Keefe laughed.

"I'm gonna drop my stuff off in my locker. I'll meet you guys." I said, turning towards my locker.

I got there, opened it, and put my stuff in my bag.

"Hey, Sophie." Biana said, coming up behind me.

"Hey, Biana." I said.

"Hey there, girls." a nasally voice sounded behind me.

I spun around to see Stina.

"Stina?" I asked.

"The one and only. So, has Biana told you?" she asked, grinning.

I sighed.

"Cut to the chase, Stina. What do you want?" I said. I wasn't in the mood for Stina's crazy antics at the moment.

"She hasn't told you? Well, let me tell you then. Biana's dad knows my dad. My dad told me." she started.

"Told you...?" I was really done with Stina.

"Biana here isn't really your friend. Her dear ol' dad just made her hang out with you." she grinned triumphantly.

I looked at Biana, and the look on her face told me that it was true.

"No! Sophie... We really are friends, even if it started that way-" I cut her off.

"Stop. Just...stop." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

I grabbed my things from my locker, slammed it then ran away. Weak? Maybe. I just couldn't take it anymore.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. I chanted in my head as I ran down the hall way.

I was going home and never coming back.

It was at that moment that I slammed into the two most unhelpful people possible.

"Hey Foster, I- what's wrong?" Keefe asked.

"Leave me alone!" I said, trying, and failing, to keep my voice even.

"Are you OK?" Fitz asked.

Anger flared up inside of me, threatening to boil over.

"Ok? OK?! No! I'm not OK! My life feels like a lie right now. Did Alden talk to you two, also?" I yelled, losing it. I was grateful for the empty hallway.

"What are you talking about?" Keefe asked quietly, looking from me to Fitz.

"What did Biana say?" Fitz asked.

"Fitz?" Keefe asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

Tears were streaming down my face now, but I no longer cared.

"That's what I thought!" I yelled, before bolting.

"Foster! Wait!" called Keefe.

I was already gone.

I ran and ran, not stopping until I reached home. Then I sat on the front stoop and sobbed my heart out.

"Foster?" a soft voice called.

KEEFE POV

"Ok? OK?! No! I'm not OK! My life feels like a lie right now. Did Alden talk to you two, also?" Foster yelled. I had never seen her so worked up. Tears were streaming down her pretty face. It hurt my heart to see her that way.

"What are you talking about?" I asked quietly, glancing at Fitz. Did she mean what I thought she meant?

"What did Biana say?" Fitz asked.

Yes. It had to be. Had Biana really told Sophie though? That was a terrible thing to say. I could see how hurt she was.

"Fitz?" I asked, unable to keep the anger out of my voice.

He had hurt my Sophie. Well, not my Sophie, but that's unimportant.

"That's what I thought!" She yelled. Then she ran off.

"Foster! Wait!" I yelled after her.

I turned to Fitz.

"Well?" I asked.

"My dad... He asked us to be friends with Sophie. It started out like that. Now she really is a good friend. I never thought Biana would say anything..." he said.

I ran after her. Dang, she was a fast runner. I assumed she was going home though, so I just went there.

When I got there, I saw Sophie, sobbing on the front stoop of her house.

"Foster?" I called.

...

Cliffhanger... I guess?

Sokeefe kiss. Is coming. I ship it. So. Hard.

Anyway, I forgot to mention, Sophie is 16, Keefe is 17.

:3