Notes: Tomorrow is the day…I'll tell everyone how the driver's test went when I hear the news. Hopefully, I'll pass, but the test is in the morning, so I'm not sure how awake I'll be. Anyway, forgot to mention this last time. It snowed! Yeah! And on Valentine's Day of all days. We got around three inches, which is a big deal for Texas.

Sadly, by Sunday after church, almost all of it had melted. I actually built a real snowman, which to me means over a foot tall(the tallest I've built before) It was like 4 feet tall!

Not to mention the 3 snowball fights I had with my friend, although two of them weren't very big. They were funny though, we were within 5 feet of each other. The last one was the funniest. We gathered these huge snowballs and started throwing snow at each other.

Not to mention that we were speaking in English accents. The fight lasted about an hour and a half. We couldn't stop speaking in the accents for about 30 minutes after we stopped, no matter how hard we tried. Anyway…

Shout-Outs:

Geometrygal – If it was easy, would it be as fun? I think not! Oh well, it's more enjoyable this way. Hope you like this chapter.

Wisecracker88 – Of course you can be in my story. I love new characters. Hope you like your character.

Jocelyn Padoga – It's not late. I'll accept any CCs sent to me. New characters are so much fun to write in. No, you won't mess anything up. Glad that you like my stories. Hope you like your character.

If Hearts Were Unbreakable

Walking down the street, I noticed several people from the night before selling newspapers on the street. Dreamer and Snow waved to them as we walked by. I offered a few small waves to some of them, but didn't look up to meet their eyes.

"Dreamer, Snow, Alaska," a voice called out. We stopped and turned around. Mush ran up to join us, Blink following behind him, 'Hi."

"Hi," Dreamer and Snow replied. I gave a small smile, at least they knew that I could see them. I felt like hiding behind something, but knew that it would only raise suspicion. I looked down at the ground, admiring the cracks in the sidewalk. Feeling stares directed at me, I took a step back in embarrassment.

"How are you doing," Mush asked. It took me a second to realize that the question was directed at me. It was quite obvious when no one else was answering. I lifted my eyes, not expecting to meet his when I did so.

"Good," I replied nervously and vaguely. I forced myself to look away from his kind gaze, one that seemed to say that I was with friends. While I knew that, it did little to distinguish my discomfort with him being only a few feet away. I grabbed tightly onto the hat I was holding, forcing myself to stop the daydreams.

"So, you like workin' at Medda's," he questioned, obviously trying to start a real conversation.

"I don't know," I answered, "I haven't exactly started yet." I glanced over at Snow and Dreamer, hoping that they'd change the conversation. Unfortunately, they didn't catch my gaze. I turned back to Mush, clasping my hands together behind my back in shyness and tapping my shoe on the sidewalk.

"So," I started, "How do you like being a newsie?" I hoped that the question didn't sound too stupid.

"Not bad," he told me, "It just gets a little old sometimes."

"Snow! Dreamer!" a new voice called out. I looked over to see a girl headed in our direction. I didn't recognize her from the night before.

"Swoosh," the two girls yelled in unison.

"You're back," Snow exclaimed, "How was your trip?" Swoosh was tall with long, thick blonde hair that reached to her waist and green eyes. She looked to be about 15 years old.

"It was okay," Swoosh replied, "I brought souvenirs for everyone!" At these words Blink, Mush, Snow and Dreamer gathered around excitedly. I stayed back, watching as they received their gifts.

I kept silent as they exchanged greetings with their friend. Swoosh suddenly looked up and noticed me, "Who's that?" Everyone looked back up, as if remembering that I was there too.

"Swoosh, this is Alaska," Dreamer said, "Today's her first day." I watched as Swoosh pulled something out of her pocket, holding it out to me.

"Here," she said, "You can have it." I picked up the small object, a ring with a little red rock on it. I almost refused, I hadn't even known her for an hour yet. I could tell that she didn't mind though.

"Thanks," I said softly, surprised at this small act of kindness. It usually took days for people to even like me. Most didn't like that I was so quiet and just chose to ignore me, instead of attempting to be my friend.

"We were heading to Tibby's," Blink spoke up, "Why don't you girls come too? The guys will be excited to see you again."

"Of course," Swoosh said, laughing, "It too quiet without me around?"

"Not really," Blink replied, "The other girls are just becoming louder." We continued down the street towards the diner. As we entered, everyone loudly greeted Swoosh. It appeared that she knew everyone pretty well.

"How ya doin," the boy who I remember being introduced as Snitch, asked her.

"Great," Swoosh said, "It's good to be back."

By 5, I had been shown all around the city. Some were places I'd passed on my daily walks around, others were ones that I had completely missed. We headed back to Medda's.

"Hey guys," another girl greeted us at the door.

"Hey Jaws," Dreamer greeted her, "How's your brother?" Jaws often went to visit her twin brother Gunz. Jaws was medium height with long chocolate brown hair and bright emerald eyes. She was 17.

"He's doin' good," she replied, and then turned to me, "Hi, I'm Jaws."

"Alaska," I told her, shaking her hand briefly.

"Medda wants to see you," Jaws told me, "I don't know why, she didn't tell me." I looked nervously at the girls before entering the building. I supposed she wanted to tell me exactly what my job was. I reached her room and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Medda's voice floated towards me and I opened it slowly. She looked up as I entered, "I need to get your measurements."

"Measurements," I asked, "I thought I was working backstage."

"We already have two people working backstage," Medda told me, "That's all we need. What we really need is another performer."

"But you haven't even heard me sing," I protested, trying to find any way out of this."

"I heard you singing last night backstage," she said. I froze. I had been singing along, but I had no idea that anyone was listening. I had thought that I was alone, or at least that everyone was too busy to notice, "I must say that I was impressed." Impressed? I've never really considered myself good before, but not bad either.

"But I'm not a performer," I said quickly, "I don't like crowds."

"You will eventually," Medda said, already starting to measure. Snow entered the room after a moment.

"Ready for rehearsal," she asked me. Did everyone know about this besides me?

"Rehearsal," I asked.

"Yeah, for our show next week," Snow replied, "We have a lot of work to do." I sighed and looked up to the ceiling, wondering why this was happening to me.