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in pitch. "It's been all fucking year!"
    Cara groaned and plonked herself down on the back seat. "Language!" she scolded her sister out the open window, before leaning over and pecking us both on the cheek. Judah did his best to appear calm, though the colour flooded up his cheeks, and his eyes flicked to her reflection in the mirror. But Cara was searching for mine. A knot of guilt twisted in my gut as Judah reached forward and fiddled with the radio. I liked Cara, I really did. But I didn't love her like Judah did. She was just there.
    Lana placed her hands on her hips and glared at her sister. "You swear," she retorted.
    "I'm not fourteen," Cara replied and poked out her tongue which belied the comment.
    Lana crossed her arms and glared at Cara with an expression that left nothing to the imagination. "What time will you be home?"
    Cara leaned forward and groaned in my ear. "Just get me out of here. I forgot what an annoying little bitch she is."
    I gave Lana a weak, apologetic smile and pulled out onto the driveway, flinging Cara back in her seat as she let out a whoop of laughter.
    She stuck her head out the window, the rush of wind whipping her hair around her face, and yelled back down the driveway. "I'll be home whatever fucking time I want!"

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Lennon
     
     
    The next day dawned bright and clear with just a hint of frost in the shade outside my window. I loved that window. It ran from floor to ceiling, and when I lay on my bed, it created the perfect frame for the landscape. The trees that dotted the street lined up perfectly to block the houses and all I could see were the swaying branches, a tiny peek of the lake, the mountains and the sky. It was perfect.
    As usual, I spent way too long in the shower, dreading when I would have to step out of the hot water and face the day. Finally, I dragged myself out, slipped on my dressing gown, wrapped a towel around my wet hair, and tried not to think of Judah. I didn't like to think of myself as the type to swoon over a boy, so thinking about him seemed like a betrayal of my personality. Or, at least, the personality I liked to think I had. But I couldn't get him out of my mind.
    I made a sandwich from the leftovers from yesterday's non-lunch and stuffed an apple and a drink bottle into my school bag. The car I had ended up with was an old, beaten-up hatchback covered in faded and patched red paint. Sienna had promptly named it Elmo. It took a couple of turns before the engine chugged to life.
    Sienna was waiting at the school gate, scowling at the black smoke that came from Elmo's exhaust. Somehow, she managed to make our maroon and grey school uniform look great. Her tie was loosely looped around her neck and her white shirt buttoned low. She was all curves where I was straight lines. I loved her for it and despised her because of it.
    "Hey you." She looked up as I crossed the concrete entrance. She finished typing on her phone and slipped it into her bag. "How's it going, big sis?" She grinned wickedly.
    "Don't remind me."
    "That bad? How'd your mum take it?" She looped her arm through mine and we walked up the steps.
    "Better than I thought she would. Mind you, neither of us has had that much time to process."
    I pushed open the heavy wooden doors to be greeted by the chaos that was school. Some students rushed down the hall, others hung in the corners, looking out from under the hair falling in their eyes. Sienna smiled and waved, greeting her admirers like a star walking the red carpet. I followed in her wake, though we walked side by side. We reached our lockers and Sienna pulled out a couple of books, and shoved her bag into the small space before slamming the locker shut and leaning back against the wall as I organised my stuff.
    "I've got to go to the baby shower." I pulled out my books, arranged them into the order I would need for the day, then shut the locker door. "It will be such fun!" I mocked Melinda's voice and clapped my hands.
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