My name is Abigail Coriander Jameson, and I'm the girl who gets blamed for everything. My parents died a year ago and somehow, even that was my fault. Okay, it kind of was. At least according to the family that adopted me. Then again, everything really is my fault in their eyes. (This will be edited so don't worry! I realize the description was short!)…
Copeland Alaina Piel is a teenage girl genius. The fifteen-year-old sophomore from Myrtle Beach has already planned out her life: go to a university close to home, get a job, settle down with a family and have cute kids, all the normal-ish stuff. But she also wants to be known at her new North Carolina school as out of the ordinary. For better wording, extraordinary. The most bookish girl around, she has one thing to prove and one thing only. Her mother doesn't think she can. Her little sister doesn't get it. Her favoured parent, her father, has been living in Canada since Copeland was eight and doesn't even know about what she is trying to do. She and her mother had agreed that if Copeland is at the top of her class through freshman and sophomore year, she can move to Canada with her father. In Myrtle beach, it was easy. Her school was easily prioritizing sports over academics, so Copeland was far ahead. However, in Buie's Creek, she doesn't know what to expect. The only way to be sure she will rank first is to take after her childhood idol: Hermione Jean Granger.…
On Friday, Lexie, Laurel, and Kay wore the shirts. The shirts that they came up with the idea for at their junior high church retreat. The shirts that they had made in June. The very blue t-shirts that had hung in their closets all this time, vowed never to be worn until this day. The shirts they believed would get them friends that were older, friends that could help them survive high school. Maybe even seniors would notice, smile, say "hi, I like the shirt idea, welcome to high school!"Not that they didn't have friends. But their expectation? They would be involved. Students and teachers alike would see that they were "people" people. For college. The reality of the matter? Things didn't go as planned."Get it?" Lexie asked, smiling at the play on words. "Fish are friends. Not food. Freshman, fish, haha?Becca gave no response except a skeptical look."Anything?" Lexie asked."Nope," said Becca.Hi, my name is Lexie. I'm starting high school, and I'm going to die.…