I don't own the series, Heather Vogel Frederick does!

But I hope you enjoy my story all the same!

Well, it's officially been a month since Stewart broke up with me for a newer, older version. I guess he got sick of the same old girl. Me.

I've cried for weeks, but now, I'm finally rising back up and I'm going back to school. To my friends. And I have to see Stewart and his girlfriend, Sierra.

I hear a knock on my door and I turn towards it. "Come in."

A head full of red hair appears in my doorway, grinning. "C'mon, up up. It's school time. And don't forget your gear for tryouts." Cassidy Sloane walks into my room, searching throughout my entire closet. "Don't you have anything that's not...pink? Or covered in sparkles?"

She held out my pink princess dress that I wore trick or treating when I was 9. That year, Jess, my longtime best friend, had been one of the three musketeers. She was in a group costume with my brother, Darcy and his friend, Kyle.

I reached down and threw one of my black converse high tops at her, laughing. "I haven't worn that in five years! I hate pink and sparkles now!"

Cassidy dissolved into a huge fit of cackles. I laughed as I got up to my closet and pulled out my Dallas Cowboys football Jersey I got for my fifteenth birthday. "Can you hand me my cargo shorts? They're on my dresser." I asked, pointing.

She handed them to me. "Thanks." I smiled at her as I pulled them on. I grabbed a pair of mismatching socks and pulled them on. "Toss me my other Converse shoe, will ya?"

She answered by tossing it to me. I grabbed it as I put it on my right foot then the other on the left. "Are you ready?" Cassidy looked up at me from the floor. "Where's your hockey gear?"

"It's downstairs in the hall closet, where Darcy keeps his hockey stuff at too."

We bounded down the staircase and I opened the closet so I could grab my helmet, pads, skates, and my hockey stick. "Ok, are you ready now?"

I closed the hall closet door and turned around to her. "Yup, I'm ready. Just give me one more second."

I walked into the kitchen so I could grab my backpack off the kitchen table. "Darce, I hope you get to feeling better. See you after school."

My older brother, Darcy, was splayed out on the couch, sick as a dog. He has the flu. He mumbled something that sounded like "mmmhnmhh." Which meant "see you later" in sickness. I think.

"Ok. Now we can go." I said, as I opened the front door. We bounded down the front steps and to the school bus, that was patiently waiting on us.

"Hi, Murphy." Cassidy and I strolled pass the bus driver and on to the back, where her hockey teammates, Zach Norton and Ethan MacDonald. "Hi, guys."

They smiled at us. "Woah, Em, what's all this stuff you're lugging behind you? I thought Darcy is sick." Zach said, as we sat on the seat opposite them.

"He is. This stuff is mine." I decided to drop the biggest bomb that I've ever dropped. "I quit figure skating."

Zach and Ethan's jaws dropped. "Emma Hawthorne gave up figure skating? I don't believe it." A third voice said.

I turned to see Cranfield Bartlett the third, but no one calls him that. Everyone has always called him Third, even his own parents. "Hi, Third."

He turned to a boy in the seat in front of him. "Dude, did you see Sierra? She's so hot-." He cut himself off as he looked at me. "Oh. My bad. Sorry, Emma."

I faked a smile. "For what?" I knew that Cassidy could see through it, even Zach sent me a sympathetic smile and a glare at Third. "I'm fine."

"Ok..." He gave me a look, like he didn't believe me. But it was true; I'm fine, absolutely fine. And I will be, so long as I don't see or hear anything else about Stewart and Sierra. Ugh. "Sure, whatever you say."

I rolled my eyes, to where Cassidy and the others could see. They all burst out laughing. Then Zach turned to me. "Are you ok? You know, about..."

"It's been a month. As long as I don't see him or her, I'll be fine. You can believe that."

"That's good." Zach smiled then turned towards the door, which was opening with a loud squeak. He whipped his head around and had a frantic look on his face.

"What's wrong with you, Norton?" Ethan punched his friend on his arm to snap him out of it.

"Em, don't look at the door. It's Stewart and Sierra." He spoke in a hushed tone.

At those words, my eyesight clouded and I thought I'd gone blind. "I can't seeeee!" I screeched. Then I burst out crying, cause I thought I was totally blind.

"Em! Relax! It's ok. Your glasses just fell off your face." A hand held my purple glasses out to me and I grabbed them and stuck them on my face. Everything and everyone came back into view.

"Whew. I guess I didn't go blind." I couldn't stop the laughter burbling inside me and I let it rip. I let out the biggest cackle I've ever heard myself do. Ethan, Cassidy, and Zach started to cackle too.

"Wait, wait. You thought you went blind? Why?" Cassidy asked, as she wiped away the tears of laughter.

"Cause, when Zach said that you know who got on the bus, I panicked. I completely flipped. And my hands started to feel all clammy and then my eyesight clouded. So I thought I'd gone blind."

A loud booming voice from the front cut us off and made me jump. "Ok, everyone off the bus!"

Huh? I wondered, as I stared out the window. Hmm, I was so busy having fun talking with my friends, that I didn't even really think about Stewart. Maybe I'll be ok.

"C'mon Em. Let's go! We have history first and Zach is going to walk with us, since he's also in our history class."

"Ok." I said, as we walked in the doors of our high school.

"So, Em, why did you quit figure skating?" Zach questioned, as we all continued down the hall to our history class.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I used to love it, but it grew old to me. So I decided to give hockey a shot. I've always had a knack when it came to skating and knocking people out." I grinned at Cassidy, who was walking bedside me. She grinned back, knowing what I was thinking about.

Two years ago, at one of Cassidy's birthday parties, she had it at an indoor skating rink and she had a hockey game set up. I was on a team with Zach, Cassidy, Jess, Darcy, Third, and Megan. We were all just skating around, taking hits, and hitting each other.

Then I saw Ethan, charging at me, so I went flying at him, my hockey stick in my hand, the puck sloshing back and forth in Zach's puck.

From across the rink, I heard Zach shout, "Look out, Em! It's coming to you!"

I body checked Ethan and as Zach passed the puck, I grabbed it and dribbled it down the rink, then I sent it flying into the net. By the way, our team won 30-10.

"Oh, I remember. The time you body checked Ethan so hard, he passed out. Oh, that was hilarious." Zach said, interrupting my trip down memory lane. "Ethan totally deserved that hit. He'd been making fun of you the entire time. I'm surprised you didn't deck him before we even stepped out on the ice."

We reached our classroom before I could ask Zach what he was talking about. What had Ethan said about me? I wondered as we walked through the classroom door and took our seats.

Oh, well. I guess I'll have to ask him after class. I took out my history textbook as the first bell of the day rang, indicating that school was officially starting.