A/N: Ok, to clear things up...Marta and Summer were like that, because

they had been fighting for the last couple of days for a really stupid

reason, that they can't remember and just wanted to make the other

person feel bad. You know how some girls can be...

Chapter Two:

Matt Mooneyham, is pissed off. His parents: Summer and Zack, are

making him go to a stupid-ass reunion, of their old band. "Why

couldn't he just stay home
?" Matt though. But he knew he had to go.

Matt is a punk rocker, he's been many diffrent things, but punk rocker

is what he's sticking with, he try's not to look like his dad, but

can't hide the fact that they look alot alike. His little sister,

Hannah, wants to go to the reunion. Yesterday, when they started

packing, Matt didn't want too, but, Hannah made him. She is really

bossy.

In their Jeep, Matt was looking at the highway, watching it pass by,

what was left of his dignity with it. He hates going places with his

family.

"Matt..This isn't so bad, is it?" Summer asked

"Why are we even going?" Matt asked

"You're Mom and I want to see our friends" Zack said

"Like my supposed Godparents, what's their names again? Oh,

yeah..I don't care" Matt said

"It's Marta and Freddy and yes, you are going to see them. Their

daughters: Jade and Jenna are gonna be there too" Zack said

"Oh, joy" Matt said, sarcastically

Zack missed everybody in the band, but he missed three people the

most: Freddy, Marta and Katie. He had talked to Freddy once or twice

on the phone and they sent pictures of their children to each other,

until about four or five years ago. I hope this reunion doesn't turn

out terrible.

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Katie Brown's ex-huband Brandon, had just brought their daughters:

Sammy and Skye, who were identical twins, over to her house, so she

could take them to the reunion with her. She lived in Newe York, so

she didn't have to leave till the next day.

She was excited to see her best friends, even though they never talked

to each other. She wanted them to finally get to meet her two

beautiful daughters, who were born not even a year after the band

broke up, and she wanted to see how everybody else has been doing.

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Dear Diary,

Right now, I'm on a plane to New Jersey. I was forced to go on this

trip, my life was put at stake, groundation, I mean...family trips

suck. How bad can a trip on a plane get? In the seat next to me, a

annoying 6 year old kid named, Harvey, will not stop bugging me, I

feel like smacking him up-side the head.

Mom and Dad are babbling incoherently about seeing their so-called

"friends." If they are such good friends, why don't they ever write,

talk on the phone, or even send out a simple e-mail to each other,

from time-to-time? Pretty bizarre friendship, they are just

subconscious to the fact that, maybe those people they call their

friends, aren't anymore. I might be wrong, I'm probably sounding

really cruel right now, so I won't say anymore.

Jade