I've been walking around Charlotte's neighborhood for six minutes and I think it's safe to say that I'm lost.
 I'm also very, very cold.
 I can't move my fingers and my body is shaking as I walk down the cement sidewalk.
 I hear a car drive up beside me which causes me to freak out.
 Oh no.
 They slow down before stopping the car and hopping out.
 Jesus Christ, I've never been a bad child.
 Except for the time when I spilled my milk on Suzy Plunker in grade school.
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Prom is in an hour and everything that could possibly go wrong is going wrong.
 Carolina randomly got the flu three days ago.
 None of us know how she got it, heck, she doesn't even know how she got it.
 Kayden spontaneously fractured his arm five days ago.
 I think Carolina and him bumped each other too hard, if you know what I mean.
 And Charlotte is stressing out more than normal.
 It's gotten to the point where she's locked herself in the dining room.
 She's been acting weird for a few days now.

It's been a week since Charlotte and I got scolded by our friends about us being too loud.
 I'm still embarrassed by it but I try not to think about it.
 Last night I went to bed a little too late and now I'm regretting it.
 "Aspen, get up" Charlotte says with an annoyed tone as I grab a pillow and place it over my head
 She's been trying to get me up for seven minutes but I'm too tired to get up.
 "Aspen Marie Bailey" she scolds in a demanding tone
 I peek up at her from under the pillow only to notice that she's already dressed.
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I've been walking around Charlotte's neighborhood for six minutes and I think it's safe to say that I'm lost.
 I'm also very, very cold.
 I can't move my fingers and my body is shaking as I walk down the cement sidewalk.
 I hear a car drive up beside me which causes me to freak out.
 Oh no.
 They slow down before stopping the car and hopping out.
 Jesus Christ, I've never been a bad child.
 Except for the time when I spilled my milk on Suzy Plunker in grade school.
 But I swear it was an accident!
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Misunderstandings