A/N: I decided to just have the story take place in Gabi's present POV not in her diary. It's to hard for me to have to write everything in past tense and then think of a way to get back to events. SO, from now on it's not in the diary. I think I made it sound a little confusing. Get it?

Thursday.

I woke up to the sound of Troy's shrill alarm. Another day of school. I rolled over to find Troy facing me; his nose only centimeters from mine.

"Mornin'" he smiled.

"Mmm, I'm tired" I said. He laughed.

"Is this to early for my girlfriend." he flirted.

"Yeah," I returned.

"Do you want me to take you to your house so you can get ready? You wore that outfit yesterday." He winked and sat up. I, too, sat up.

"That would be gr– Troy! What happened to your eye? Was that your dad?" I said, now seeing his ugly black eye in the shift of the light.

"Uhh," he looked away, "my dad got a little mad last night."

"Oh my god Troy! That looks terrible. You have to tell someone." I started to panic.

"It looks worse than it feels. It was just a fight anyway. It's not like it happens every night. Plus, you saw what happened last night. We walked in on my dad cheating. I think that calls for a little fight." He cracked a fake smile. He looked into my eyes. "Don't worry Gabi. It's fine."

"Ok, are you going to talk to your mom?"

"Yeah. I just don't know what to say. I really don't want them to split up, but how could they not. I mean my dad was making out with another girl right in front of us. And it's not like he wasn't aware that Mom knew about it."

"Don't worry Troy. Everything will work out." I leaned over and hugged him tight.

After about two minutes of embrace, he pulled away. "How do you know that?" I saw the tears running down his cheeks.

"Because, Troy, God will make it happen. He will make it OK." I tried to explain.

"If God makes everything OK, then why did He make this happen to me? Why did He have my Dad cheat? He's not making everything better, He's just making my life bad. If God's supposed to make things good, then I don't think there's such thing." He was crying hard now. I wasn't sure what to say. Then I remembered a verse from the bible I read a few nights ago. Luke 21:14-15 says "But make up your mind not to worry beforehand how you will defend yourselves. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict." I realized then, after recalling that verse, I would tell Troy the truth.

"Troy, I think I should tell you something. I have a twin. Her name is Aya. When we were little Aya was diagnosed with acute promyelocytic leukemia. Remember we learned about it in health? Well, anyway, I've been her medical donor since we were kids. I've given her everything from bone marrow to promyelocytes. Now, her kidneys are failing and if she doesn't get a kidney transplant she will die. Soon. My mom already scheduled the surgery for next Wednesday and I can't do it. My sister said that she just wanted to die. Die so she could be with the Lord. Aya told me not to do the surgery. When I told my mom that I couldn't do the surgery, she gave me this." I pulled up my sleeve for him to see the bandage. "Even though all these things are going wrong in my life, I somehow know that God will take care of me."

Troy just stared at me openmouthed. I could tell he was totally in awe. "Wow. Uh..I...umm...had no idea." He stammered.

"How bout we talk about it more in the car. We need to get to my house soon, or we'll be late for school." I suggested.

"Ok." He got up, grabbed his keys, and we went downstairs. "Oh look, he left us a note." Troy said glancing over at the table, where a torn sheet of paper lay.

Troy-

Gone to work, wont be home til late. I'm going to stop by at your grandma's house to talk to your mother. Sorry about last night.

Dad.

Gabriella-

Sorry you had to witness what happened last night. I'm sorry I called you a tramp. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

No hard feelings–

Mr. Bolton.

"I can't believe him. I just can't believe him." Troy ripped up the note. I grabbed Troy's hand and pulled him into my arms.

"Relax, Troy. It will work out. Just wait and see." I whispered into his ear. He shivered and pulled away.

"We have to go." Once we got into his truck, he flipped on the radio. The entire ride to my house was filled only with the sounds of Switchfoot singing "Dare You to Move."

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
What happens next

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistanceThe tension is here
Tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floorI dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before

The song ended just as we pulled into my driveway. I saw my mom running to the truck. "GABRIELLA MONTEZ! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED ABOUT YOU I WAS?"

"Sorry Mom." I hung my head.

"Get out of that truck right now! And you," she pointed at Troy, "are never aloud to see my daughter again. LEAVE!"

"No!" I cried.

"See ya, Gabriella." Troy called as he backed his truck out.

"Mom! How could you?" I said through choking sobs.

"I'm your mother and I can do whatever I want!" She sneered. "Now, get into the house. We need to talk." She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me up the driveway and into the house. Just then, the phone rang. My mom answered and her face changed from raging to shocked to jubilant.

"Gabriella, go get dressed. You're skipping school today and we are going to the hospital."

"Is Aya OK? What happened?"

"They found her a kidney."

"Really?"

"Yeah, now hurry up. I'll explain on the way." I ran upstairs, got dressed as quickly as I could and sprinted back down. I thought I was going to give Aya my kidney on Wednesday. What's up with this? I jumped into the car and we sped off to the hospital.

"I suppose you're wondering what's going on with all this." my mom said.

"Uh, yeah!"

"Well, last night I called the hospital and told them to put Aya on the donor list, because you couldn't do the surgery. They put her on the top of the list for her blood type, since she's so far advanced in this kidney failure. They called saying that someone was just brought in that was a match to her blood type. They wouldn't tell me who it was or what happened to her. They just said that she came in brain dead from an accident and her organs are still salvageable."

"That's great!"

"Yeah, they are prepping Aya for surgery right now. They haven't told the donor's relatives yet, but they said that they would do that as soon as they got my permission for Aya to have the surgery." We pulled into the hospital parking lot and briskly walked in. My mom headed straight for the desk to find where Aya was at and I just went to sit down. That's when I saw him. They guy that was in all those pictures with Aya, my mom, and I. They guy that was in my mom's wedding album that she kept all these years. They guy that ran out on our family when Aya and I were four. My dad.