AN: Well, me being the idiot I am, knew I was going to ruin the 7th book for myself. I have not read it, but me checking Wikipedia ALL THE TIME I now know who the Master is, and I'd like to tell all you suckers who didn't think it was them that I KNEW FROM THE BEGINGING! Yeah, that's right! I ROCK, IWAS RIGHT, UH HUH...

Okay, methinks I am done my egotistical rant now...

So, because I was right, I feel I didn't really ruin the book, because when I found out I would've been like "Pfft. I totally knew it. Some surprise..."

9 more days until I can read it... My dad sucks... I mean, it's only my friend since kindergarten's birthday... I'd only ignore her the entire weekend while I read the book again and again...

SPOV

"Sabrina, what were you doing in my dream last night?" I heard my father ask as he was getting ready for work.

"I wasn't in your dream." I replied applying on my eyeliner.

"Yes, you were."

I sighed. "You know what Henry? Bug off. I wasn't in your dream, so why were you dreaming about me? Kind of gross..." I looked in my mirror. What was different about me? I heard the door slam. Good, he was gone.

I set up my web cam. I had talked to Alex earlier, and she said she wanted to see me 'face to face'. I turned it on. Alex's face immediately popped up on the screen.

"How's my favourite- What the hell are you wearing." She asked, smiling falling.

"What?" I asked.

"On your face." She waved a finger at me. I looked in the mirror to my right.

"Uh... Eyeliner." I answered shakily.

"Exactly, since when do you need make-up? Your gorgeous without it. I'd kill for your facial features, 'Brina." That's what it was. I turned off the camera quickly and began crying.

"That's what it was." I sobbed quietly.

By the way, you don't need the make-up...

I wasn't pretty. Four years ago when I thought I was Lexabella, I refused to believe I was as pretty as everyone told me I was.

Until I moved back in with my family.

Until I was with Puck.

That was the difference. That was always the difference.

People told me I was pretty. People told me I was cute. People told me constantly how beautiful I was.

But it didn't matter what they thought. It mattered what I thought.

And I thought I wasn't pretty unless I was with my family.

I wouldn't think I was pretty until I was with my Family again.