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PART ONE
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LARA
The words on the screen dont make sense. They cant.
He says: Youre an awful person.
He says: Youre a terrible friend.
He says: I know youve been checking out dresses for the
homecoming dance.
LARA
My lungs feel paralyzed. I cant breathe. Why is he saying this? What changed from yesterday to today?
Tears roll down my cheeks as I type back.
Why? WHY?!!!!?????????
SYDNEY
Laras hogging the bathroomagain. I swear its like
this every single night. She gets in there first, takes forever,
and uses up all the hot water. She better leave me some
tonight because I have to wash my hair. Ive got auditions
tomorrow for Beauty and the Beast, the eighth-grade musical.
Maddie, Cara, and I have spent, like, forever practicing our
audition pieces, and the last thing I want is for Ms. Brandt to
be distracted from my acting and singing talent by gross hair.
I knock on the door for the second time. Okay, this time
Im banging more than knocking. Lara, come on! Hurry
up! Youve been in there for forty minutes!
Tonight shes even more annoying than usual. She
doesnt even respond with Go away. Ill be out in a minute!
or something typically charming and Lara-like. Theres just
dead silence, which makes me even more angry and frustrated. I give one last loud bang with my fist and stomp
down the stairs to complain to Mom.
My mother is in that post-dinner Im finally sitting
down and reading my boring political papers so dont bother
me with your arguments kind of mood.
Mom. I swear, if I have to take another cold shower
SYDNEY
you okay?
Nothing. Not even the tiniest movement of water. Panic
rises to the back of my throat as I run downstairs, almost
tripping on the last three steps.
MomI think somethings wrong with Lara!
Thats what it takes to get Moms attention away from
her paperwork.
What do you mean?
Shes locked in the bathroom, and shes not answering
when I bang on the door.
Moms face pales. She throws the papers on the table
and runs for the stairs, taking them two at a time. I follow
her, feeling more scared as I climb each step.
Lara! Open the door! NOW! Mom shouts, knocking
on the door with both fists.
Nothing. Still nothing.
Mom rattles the handle and shakes the door, like thats
going to magically make it open.
Do you hear me, Lara? Open the door! she yells.
More nothing. Scary omigodwhatishappeninginthere
nothing.
Mom turns to me.
Call nine-one-one, she says. And Dad.
I stand there, shocked, staring at her. 911? That means...
NOW, Sydney!
I race into my parents bedroom, grab the phone, and
dial 911.
SYDNEY
SYDNEY
side, Mom says from between gritted teeth. Except its not
working.
Thats when I realize I forgot to call Dad. As our resident handyman, he would have had the lock open by now
for sure.
I slip into my bedroom and call him on my cell. Whats
up, sugarplum? he asks.
Come home, I tell him. Its Lara.
What happened?
Hes suddenly brusque. Laras crises do that to our
parents.
Shes in the bathroom with the door locked and wont
answer. Moms trying to get the door open. I called nineone-one, I say in a rush.
Just then the sirens, which had been faint in the distance, start getting loud down the street. I hear him curse
under his breath.
Tell Mom Im on my way, he says before hanging
up on me.
Moms still struggling unsuccessfully with the lock and
is mumbling her own angry curses.
The sirens are now earsplittingly loudthe ambulance
must be right outside.
Ill go let them in, I say just as the doorbell rings.
Its not the ambulance. Its the police. A policewoman,
uniformed, with a gun at her hip.
She flashes me her badge.
SYDNEY
SYDNEY
now at least.
I cant say how many times Ive wished that I were an
only child. But now Im whispering frantic prayers, over and
over, that I wont be.
SYDNEY
BREE
As soon as I hear the sirens coming down our street, I
know. Theyre coming for Lara. Dont ask me how I know.
I just do. I mean, shes been messed up for a while. Since we
were in middle school. Not everyone knows that, because
her parents tried to keep it hush-hush, with her mom being
a politician and all. But I know, because we used to be best
friends. Her being so messed up is part of the reason were
not anymore.
I pick up my cell and call Mom, whos still at work.
Hi, she says when she picks up. Ive got an important
showing in two minutes, so make it snappy.
I look out the window. Theres a police car out front of
the Kelleys house. They came down the streets with lights
and sirens.
Thats not good, Mom says, stating the obvious.
Just then I hear more sirens. I think an ambulance is
coming, too, I tell her.
I hear them, she says. Listen, my clients just pulled
up. Ive got to go. Just hang tight and stay inside so you dont
get in the way. Ill be home as soon as I can.
Do you think shes
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BREE
BREE
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Gorski. Shes an old busybody, always looking out her window to see whats happening on our street. A few years ago,
Josie Stern skipped school and came home with a bunch of
friends while her parents were at work. Guess who called
her parents and told on her so she got grounded for a month?
You guessed itMrs. G.
We cant release any information at this time, the
policewoman says.
The two of them wheel the stretcher back into the house.
I hope Syds okay, Liam mutters. Hes strangely pale
beneath his freckles.
Im sure shes fine, I tell him. Because I know this has
to be about Lara.
Maybe Mr. Kelley had a heart attack, he says.
I check the driveway.
Hes not even home, I observe. See, his cars not here.
Besides, Mr. Kelley is in pretty good shape. Hes not the
heart attack kind of guy.
Unlike my father, who needs to lose weight, as Mom
never stops reminding him. Dad has the physique of a middleaged teddy bear.
I bet its the older girl, Mrs. Gorski says, wagging one
of her liver-spotted bony fingers for emphasis. Laura. That
ones been giving them trouble for years.
How does she know? Does she, like, hide in the bushes
and listen to conversations through open windows? Seriously,
she cant even get Laras name right.
BREE
BREE
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Its not like she was Laras best friend for years. Its not
like she had to listen when Lara was depressed and kept
talking about how she hated life and hated herself and hated
her body and why did she have to be so fatfor hours. Not
exaggerating. One time we were video chatting and it was
176 minutes of her complaining about life. I timed it. I
finally lied and said I had to go, because I couldnt take it
anymore.
High school was such a relief. Bigger place, new people.
Made it easy to escape, to hang out with other girls.
We were best friends. Then we werent. It happens all
the time. Just read any teen-magazine advice column.
Theres nothing unusual about our story.
Except now theres a police car and an ambulance
parked outside Laras house.
The front door opens and I hold my breath, waiting to
see if Lara is alive or in a body bag.
Two EMTs are wheeling out the stretcher...and...
Laras strapped to it, with an oxygen mask over her face and
an IV in her arm. Shes alive.
I can breathe again. Just barely.
But Mrs. Kelley is walking next to her unconscious
daughter, holding her hand and sobbing. What does that
mean? Does it mean theres a chance she wont make it?
Sydney shuts the door behind everyone and walks to
her mothers car, her arms wrapped around herself like
shes eaten something bad and got a terrible pain in her
stomach.
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