we're best friends[2]

At least, untill the ending of seventh grade into summer. That's when things changed.
Allie thought she should stick to the perky girls who wear their boyfriend's football jerseys
on Fridays and at 1st period reaply their gloss. Anna decided to be the person that hates the
world and that hangs with their one and only friend. Rose decided to be the sweet smart girl
that secretly hates the world too. Split apart, they still want eachother, to be the people that
help you when someone you love bails, when life starts ripping at the seams. Then, someone
that they all knew dies and they start putting the pieces of their freindship back together. This
is the story of three best friends.

Allie woke up, her red curls now looking as if she had taken a two-hour drive in a convertible. Her green eyes weren’t
really sparkling and her lips were in a scowl. School today was going to be such a hassle. Allie got out of her covers
and pulled off the Gucci dress. She hastily put on a comfy brown cashmere sweater, dark-wash skinny jeans, and Uggs.
She pulled a brush through her red locks and put them in a pony tail, then started on her way out. That’s when she
spotted something on the floor. A photo. Allie picked it up and studied it. It was a picture of Allie, Anna, and Rose
laughing at the camera, as if they we’re brain-whispering a funny secret. 3 years ago, Allie would’ve laughed and
remembered what they were laughing about. Now, she didn’t know a thing as she put the picture in a drawer and
walked out. Nothing had been the same since Carter died, on December 14, 2008.

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Anna swiftly put her room back in order to find her locket. The locket was the last thing Carter had given her.

2 years ago Carter was the dude the girls had known, and loved, forever. Until December 14, 2008, when he had been
hit head-on by a car going 100 miles per hour, and Carter died on impact. The best friends slowly drifted off, Allie
becoming obsessed with the populars, Rose hiding all feelings of dread and sadness and going on as if nothing had
happened, and Anna, blaming Carter’s death on herself and hating the world for taking him away.
Anna blinked back to reality. She had something metaly-cool in her palm. The locket. She clicked it open and there
sat a picture of her, Carter, Allie, and Rose hugging. Anna remembered those times when she loved Hannah Montana
and worried about an upcoming science test. But not anymore.