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Amy's PoV

"Why haven't you called me?" Jesse said standing behind me as I stood at my locker. I smiled as I grabbed my calculator and then turned to face him. Lately, I haven't been paying him much attention.

"Sorry Jesse I've been so busy at home," I said shrugging. It wasn't the fact that I was busy, other things had been on my mind. Jesse sighed and leaned on the locker beside mine, blocking my path. He pushed my hair behind my ear and a tingle went down my spine.

"What about tonight? Are you busy tonight?" He asked politely with a smile in his eyes. I bit my lip trying to think of an excuse. Although I really liked Jesse, I didn't want to be put in a position where the old me came back for a visit.

"I'll get back to you on that," Trying to walk around him while smiling, I bumped into a frantic red-head. My heart began to beat heavily inside its cavity and I felt rage coming on. Recently, I've found that its been getting harder and harder to keep myself under control. "Watch where you're going," I shouted and everyone ceased.

"Sorry," she said in a whisper while blushing. Ashamed of myself, I ducked around the corner and went into the restroom. It was embarrassing for me to lose myself, even for that small moment. I'm sure the girl didn't mean to bump into me, besides I was the one who wasn't watching where I was going. An apology was definitely necessary.

But she's the one who bumped into you Amy, you should have slapped that bitch, a small voice in my head said. I'd been doing well shutting that voice out, but little things were starting to set it off.

Looking into a mirror in the empty bathroom, I really looked at myself, searched myself.

"Okay Amy, you are better than this. You don't need to stoop down low to make yourself feel better. Let you control you, don't let the emotions do it," I told myself. A therapist had told me that it was best to talk the anger down, let it know that it doesn't run your life. I hadn't used this method in a couple years, never had to. Turning the sink on, I filled my hand with cold water and then threw it in my face. Of course this wasn't a good idea because my clothes would get wet and sure enough they did, but only a little. Letting out one last, long, breath I pulled myself together.

Walking outside the bathroom I saw Jesse standing near the door. I took notice of the void hallway and began to walk towards my algebra class. He followed behind me hesitantly. I wasn't really in the mood to talk because I usually liked peace and quiet when I was trying to reset my mind to happiness.

"So… what was that about?" I knew he would ask. Rolling my eyes inwardly I shrugged. This wasn't something I liked to talk about because it was disgraceful. Long ago it didn't seem disgraceful though, it was what it was, me.

"Nothing," I said looking straight ahead. I had a small inkling that he wouldn't drop it and what do you know?

"It had to be about something. I mean one minute you're smiling and then you snap. What kind of issues do you have?" The question was supposed to be sarcastic, but it made my heart begin to anger again. I took a long deep breath and hoped that my voice wouldn't come out sounding upset.

"I don't have issues, she just caught me by surprise that's all. I wasn't trying to sound mean or anything. Besides, I was distracted," I said smoothly. I hoped that this would avert his mind to another subject. I heard him chuckle behind me.

"Well, look this is my class, so I guess I'll see you at lunch," I heard the smile in his voice.

"Maybe," I said not looking back at him.

I sat in my Algebra class, but I found it hard to concentrate especially with that Ben guy gawking at me. Numerous times I had thrown him smiles, yet, he still wouldn't quit looking. In my head I gave him the finger, wishing I could do it physically without being sent to the office.

Staring at the guys head in front of me I realized that he reminded me of Jimmy. I hate to admit that I was starting to miss him. Our relationship had started off so well and then after Dads death it went down the drain. My whole life went down the drain.

"What are you doing?" I snapped out of my reverie and turned to Ben who was towering over my desk. Looking around I saw that everyone else in the room was sitting in groups of two. Great. Ben pulled a desk beside mine trapping me.

"Uh… sitting here…" I stated stupidly.

"No I mean what are you doing later on tonight?" His question took me aback and I'm sure the expression on my face told him.

"I don't know. Why?" I asked suspiciously. I barely knew this kid was he really about to ask me on a date? Well, I guess I barely knew Jesse, but he didn't stare at me like a stalker would. Ben chuckled and then sat down in the desk he'd dragged over to mine.

"There's this party tonight and I'm supposedly supposed to be helping with the guest list. So if you're not busy tonight come have some unadulterated fun," I sighed relief. A party didn't sound to bad. Besides I'm not sure what Anne would say about it.

So you're calling her Anne again Amy, Shit. Where was this stupid voice coming from? I needed to talk myself out of wanting to go to that party. If he wouldn't have used the words "unadulterated fun" I would've been able to say no.

"A party on a Tuesday night?" I asked trying retract my desire to let loose and have a few sips of alcohol tonight. A party on Tuesday wasn't the problem, a party any night wasn't the problem, not for me.

"Yeah, so you coming?" A war was going on inside of me between good and evil. Damnit.

Madison's PoV

I hadn't meant to run into the girl, but she made me, Adrian. She said that it would benefit me, so far it hasn't. The glare in the girls eyes was one I had seen before, she was pissed. I thought she was going to kill me right there. It was embarrassing because everyone in the hallway had stopped as soon as she shouted at me. People already thought of me as clumsy or the loser, Amy was just one more person to add to the list.

If Lauren would have been around she would have told me not to listen to Adrian, but she was just as afraid of her as I was. That skank could put the fear of God in anyone. She had that type of presence, but Amy her glare was ice cold and I knew that she was just as bad as Adrian somewhere deep inside. I couldn't even hold her glare for a millisecond. Something inside of me told me that Adrian couldn't either, well maybe to a certain extent. Everyone already knew that she saw Amy as a threat to she and Ricky's relationship. Hell, she was a threat. I'd seen them in the hallway the first day she'd gotten here. He looked at her in a way that he had never looked at Adrian before. Anyone could tell he was interested, what boy wasn't?

Sometimes when he would walk with Adrian in the hallway I was would see him absentmindedly looking towards Amy. Amy would never look at him thought, maybe it was because she was so busy with Jesse, the second cutest boy in school.

Lauren had almost had a chance with Jesse once, but she blew because she just had to date that Daniel guy. Well, I guess it's okay seeing as they're still together. I, on the other hand, have been lonely since I entered this stupid school. Maybe if I did enough dirty work for Adrian, she would find me someone.

Anne's PoV

Knowing George's participation in the mafia was the heaviest thing on my heart. I was afraid and I wished I'd never gotten involved with him. It was hard hiding from the girls that their father was associated with murders and the like. George had told me before we'd gotten married and I still stayed with him, I was in love, still am.

Ashley had found out about George one year before his murder. Often times we talked about it, then and now, when Amy wasn't around. Ashley said it was best if Amy didn't know because she couldn't handle something like that. She would spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder. Trust me that was no life to live. It's stressing and it puts you in bad health.

"Hi Mrs. Juergens, I'm Dr. Bowman," The tall blonde man said to me with his hand stuck out. I took it in mine and shook it nervously.

"Just call me Anne, Mrs. Juergens is too formal and it makes me sound old," I laughed curtly. His smile touched his eyes, something I hadn't seen in years.

"Okay Anne, well we're going to run a few tests on you," He said explaining things to me. I zoned out and thought about how it would be for my girls if I spent every waking moment in a hospital bed.

My headaches had become frequent and I was vomiting a lot. I didn't think it as anything but the flu, something though, told me I needed to go get checked out. Now here I was in this cold, desolate room waiting to see what was in store for my future.

Okay guys here's chapter 4. Please review this chapter, please please please! And remember I want Chapter 6 to be a fan choice so send, along with your reviews, one of these choices (below)- and please also send suggestions I may put one in the story:

The setting of Chapter 6: Whose PoV:

A. Grace's House A. Amy's/ Ricky's

B. The Beach B. Ben's/ Adrian

C. Amy's House C. Other

D. Other D. All the Above