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Chapter 11 Ali's POV- "c'mon, Diana!" I said, getting up from our lunch table. "Where are we going? The spa?" She asked earnestly. "Duh!" I said, linking arms with her.

It felt so good to have a sidekick again. In the three weeks since I had been here, I had regained my spot as the most popular girl in the school, or in this case, hospital. Everyone at the Preserve knew that I was number one.. And I felt slightly normal.

Well, except for when I pleaded to my therapist that I was Ali. She didn't believe me at all. Neither did my parents when I called them every time I got the chance.

I couldn't believe that NOBODY had even suspected anything was wrong yet. Courtney barely even knew me- how could she pass off being me so well?

I shook my head and focused on Diana. She was tall and skinny, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She was here for OCD, which wasn't a bad reason. She wasn't crazy, but she DID have a closet full of Lilly Pulitzer handbags.

"Courtney?" A nurse stopped me and Diana on our way to the spa. "You have a phone call," she said, wearing that annoying fake smile the nurses always made. I groaned. "Fine," I huffed and went to the front room, where the phone calls were made.

"Hello?" I said, annoyed.

"Courtney? Hello. It's your mother."

"Mom! You HAVE to get me out of here! They're making me take pills! What are they going to do to me? I'm not the one who should be taking them! It's COURTNEY! Please!"

"Courtney! That is enough!" My mother snapped, than abruptly hung up.

I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself.

"Um... Courtney?"

I whipped around to see Diana standing there.

"Oh! Diana! Um, hi! I.. Didn't see you there!" I forced a huge, fake smile.

Diana frowned. "You seem really unhinged," she said suspiciously. I was about to respond when she talked again, her voice taking on a harsh, manipulative tone. "And I heard you talking on the phone. I guess you're not who I thought you were. You're a psycho!" She whipped around and walked away. "Diana!" I called in a weak voice.

I had been totally wrong about the Preserve: it sucked. Living here was going to be hell now that everyone knew Courtney's real disorder.

The phone in my hands rang again. "Hello?" I breathed, running my hands through my hair.

"Courtney? You're still here? Good. You will be visiting us again... Next week."