Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Um, Im not going to do the response to the reviews this time because there was really nothing to respond to in the reviews. Lol. Anywho… here is chapter… 6? Yeah chapter 6. Oh, and um, I just used my middle name for Spencer's. Does Spencer even have a middle name on the show?

I walk up to my room and I set my bag on my bed. I look around my room and it's totally empty, unlike my room at my mom's. I have stuff on the walls there and it's not a boring color. White. My room at my mom's house is white but with black paint splattered on the walls. Rachel, Abby, and me did it during this past summer.

Abby is my other best friend. We've known each other since 2nd grade. But I guess we aren't that close anymore. By 7th grade, when I got onto my first traveling team, we kind of separated. We use to be like Rachel and I but now we're just those really close friends. You know, the ones who should be your best friend because they know all of your secrets and all of your fears but now you aren't because of soccer.

Yeah, that kind. She was the person I can trust with anything! I can still, but im still way too scared to tell her my biggest secret. I think she knows something is up with me but she's too scared to ask me what's going on. I cant blame her.

I walk back down and go into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I took a drink of my water, my dad walks in. "Hey honey." He says opening the fridge. Im assuming that he's about to start dinner.

"Hey dad." I say setting my cup down, "Is Rylee in the back already?" I ask as I head over to the back door

"Oh no sweetie, we're putting the pool in the back yard. She's in front waiting for you." He tells me as he closes the door

I look at the food in his hand. Steak. Yummy. "Bout time." I smile at him and start to walk away, "And nice choice for dinner." I head out to the front yard.

"It's about time, Spencey!" Rylee kicks the soccer ball at me

I chuckle, "Sorry." I kick it softly back at her

She puts her foot on top of it, "Lizzy can juggle the ball on her foot. Will you teach me how to do that?" I nod. Lizzy is just a year older than Rylee. She's the star on the team that they play on. Her and Rylee hate each other a lot. They're always competing against each other.

I walk over next to Rylee and I put the ball in front of me. I kick it up in the air and it bounces on my thigh. I let it land on the ground and I turn to my little sister, "Can you do that much?" I ask her and I watch her nod

I take a step back from Rylee to let her try to do it. She kicks the ball up in the air and it comes back down and it hits her knee and shoots into the street. She starts to run for it until I grab her arm. "I'll get it." I tell her

I walk down the yard and over to the street. I make sure no cars are coming before I cross it to the other side to retrieve the ball. Usually I don't look, but I have to be a good role model for Rylee.

As I cross the street, I notice the ball in the people's yard. As I recall, I never seen the people who live around here. I wonder if I know any of them.

I step onto the grass and pick up the orange soccer ball. I turn around to leave as I hear the front door open and I hear a woman clear her throat. I slowly turn around, "Im sorry. My ball--" She cut me off

"You kids annoy me so much! Don't ever come onto my yard again! You hear?!" The lady looked to be around in her late 40's. She took a drag from her cigarette. Gross.

I nod at the lady, "Mom who are you yelling at now?" I hear a girl say from inside the house. It kind of sounds like-- "Spencer?" Ashley.

A tiny smile crept up onto my face, "Hey Ash." I say quietly

"Spencey! Come on!" I hear Rylee yell

"Mom, you can leave." Ashley said walking out of, what im assuming is her house. She shut the door behind her. "Do you live around here?" She asks me

I swallow. I really don't know what to say. If I tell her that my dad lives here, then she'll defiantly know that my parents are divorced. And if I tell her yeah, she'll still know that my parents are divorced because she's seen my mom before.

I look at Ashley and noticed that she wasn't looking at me anymore. She must be looking at Rylee. Crap!

I turn around and Rylee is crossing the street. "Rylee!" I say running to her. I get down to her level, "What are you doing? You know you're not suppose to cross the street alone." I tell her quietly

"Spencey, you were taking a long time." She drug the 'long' out.

I sigh as I stand up. I take her hand. I turn around and there she is. Next to us. She smiles down at Rylee, "Hey Rylee." She says

"Hi Ashley." She gives a little wave, "Do you know my sister, Spencey?" She asks

I look at Ashley with a tiny smile, "Yeah I know her. We go to the same school and we're on the varsity soccer team together." She tells her

"I… um… didn't know you lived there." I finally managed to get some words out. I say them quietly though and I know that Ashley noticed that change in my behavior.

I watch her eyebrows as they raise a little bit, "Um yeah. I didn't know that you lived there either." She says

"Oh she only lives there every other weekend." Damn it Rylee!

"Rylee." I say really quiet but loud enough for her to hear it

"Sorry." She says looking down at the ground

"Spencer! Rylee!" We all look at the Witch who's calling our names from the front door. "Get in here!" She yells and closes the door

"Uh oh. We got to go. We don't want to get in trouble." Rylee says looking up at Ashley

Ashley chuckles, "Ok." She looks over at me, "So, im guessing you cant come with us tonight?" she asks

I shake my head, "Sorry." I says quietly. Rylee tugs on my arm for us to go.

"It's cool. Later Spence. Bye Rylee." Ashley says as we walk away

We get to our yard again and Rylee runs inside. I look behind me and Ashley is walking to her door. I sigh and turn around, "Hey Ash!" I call and she turns around

I run over to her yard again and she meets me there, "Can you… promise not tell anyone about this?" I ask quietly

"What? That your parents are really divorced?" She says

I look down at the ground, "Yeah." I say quietly and I look back up and I stare at her. She's really beautiful. Her chocolate eyes and that one freckle on her cheek. "Only you know now. I've managed to keep it a secret since it happened."

She smiles at me and hugs me, "I promise." I hug her back. I don't want to let go. Her hug is really warm and my body fits right with hers. That's when I knew that I was actually falling for her. I sigh as I tighten the hug. I feel her tighten her arms around me. I smile. I breath in what she smells like. French Vanilla. My new favorite smell.

"Spencer Marie Carlin!" It was the witch again. I pull back from Ashley. That hug lasted longer than it should have lasted.

"Um, I gotta go." I say quietly. I give her a tiny smile and walk over to the Witch.

I walk up to her and I still feel Ashley's eye's on me. I look at Susan and she smacks the back of my head, "When I say get in the house, I mean it." She says coldly as I walk past her.

When I get past the Witch, I turn around. She's looking at Ashley again and then shuts the door. I walk in the back yard and onto the porch where my dad is cooking. Rylee must be in her room. I sit on the railing next to the grill. "Hey Sweetie." He says turning the one of the steaks over.

"Hey dad." I say really quite

He looks up at me and I know that he knows something is bothering me. "What's the matter?" He asks

I sigh and jump down off the railing as Susan walks outside, "Nothing." I say and walk inside

I walk into my room and lay down on my bed. I stare up at the ceiling. The plain white boring ceiling. I sigh as I close my eyes. I really wish my dad didn't ever remarry. My phone started to ring in my back pocket. She would change everything for happy ever after. Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster, I take my phone out of my pocket and look at the caller ID, But she just needs someone to take her home. Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok. It's Ashley. I smile as I answer it, "Hey." I say quietly

"You ok?" She asks causally

I sigh into the phone, "Yeah." But really im lying

"Your step-mom is a bitch." She tells me

Silence. I didn't say anything because once, finally someone agrees with what I think of her. "Yeah." I say once again too quiet. My eyes filled with tears because I hate lying. I hate telling everyone that im ok. I hate lying to everyone about everything about me. I hate pushing my friends away when I need them the most.

Ashley keeps quiet. Im sure she knows that im about to burst into tears. There is a knock on my door and I quickly wipe them away from my eyes. I look at the door and the Witch walks in. "Spencer," She says sternly

"What?" I say trying to be strong

She stares at me with daggers in her eyes. I swallow hard, "Off the phone. Now. Unless you want to be grounded and not have your phone. You need to go clean the basement and the oven. They are both really dirty and im not doing it." and with that said, she's out of my room with the door closed.

I blink. I swallow hard and try to find my voice. "Um," I start

"Yeah I heard… so um, I guess I'll talk to you…" She says

"Um, I guess Monday at school." I say quietly

"Ok. Hey, if you need anything." She says

I smile, "Thanks Ash." I say

"Anytime." She replies

Just then I hear my name being yelled, "I have to go." I tell her

We say bye and then we hang up. I leave my phone on my bed and I go clean the basement first. I don't know why I have to clean the basement. I don't even go down here, nor do I even cook in the oven. I did once and that's when the Witch started to make me clean it. She needs to go to hell.

After dinner, I run back up to my room and lay down. It's around 8:15 and the sun is almost all the way down. I want this weekend to go by fast. I cant stand being here with her. She treats me way different than Rylee. I know why too, Rylee is her biological daughter. Im not and she's homophobic. So that's another strike. One more and that's 3 strikes and im out.

I fell quickly asleep as I listened to my iPod. The last song I listened too before sleep overtook me was Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin.

Ok, um there is chapter 6. So I realized as I was typing the part with my step-mom slapping me, that this story isn't just for fun too write, but a way to release everything that I never told anyone when I was 14. There's a lot more to come if everybody still wants to read it.