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My chest tightened a little. June laughed under her breath, but it was humorless. “I was a mess about it. I’d watch him when he came by the house, memorize the stupid way his hair fell into his eyes, the way he talked about books or his music. God, he loved music. I thought—God, I thought he was it for me. Like some ‘Summer I Turned Pretty’ fairytale where the girl finally gets the boy she’s loved forever.”

She should not have given in when Charlotte pestered her. She sighed. Having no choice, she first put Charlotte on Mark’s back, and then she followed by climbing onto his back. Charlotte wiped her tears and broke out in a smile. “Pesky little girl!” Summer gently poked a finger at Charlotte’s forehead. “If I were a pesky little girl, then Mommy would be a pesky woman. Mommy, it is your turn to make a song request.” Summer pretended no more since she had climbed up onto his back. She just wanted to end this as soon as possible. “I’m a Little Teapot…”

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

Haha! ~Miss Pretty

“At least it’s not ugly…” She said as she stared at it. She sighed and got into her car and started it up before she began the drive back towards the dragons. She turned on Cry Pretty by Carrie Underwood and sang it “I'm sorry, but I'm just a girl…Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world…I'm pretty good at keepin' it together…I hold my composure, for worse or for better….So I apologize, if you don't like what you see….But sometimes my emotions get the best of me…And fallin' apart is as human as it gets…You can't hide it…You can't fight…what the truth is…You can pretty lie…And say it's okay…You can pretty smile…And just walk away…Pretty much fake your way through anything…But, you c

“Oh, sure. I think they’re pretty complete” I took the notebook before she could finish handing it over and flipped through it slowly. Her handwriting was neat. Annoyingly neat. Little doodles of flowers in the margins. I felt my lip curl. “Wow. You actually understood all this?” I flipped to a random page and read aloud in a mocking tone. “‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’ Cute. You know that’s about someone hot, right? Not whatever sad little fantasy you’ve got going on in here.”

Just like that, they lost the baby. He could barely breathe. Holding to the last absurd ray of hope, he clicked on the third attachment, his hand shaking. It was an audio recording. Summer’s sweet and smug voice blared from the speaker. “...I tripped by myself at home, but I called him and wept that I'd been attacked. He sent all his men to save me within ten minutes!” Her cocky laughter in the recording was like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart. Her call for help that night… had been nothing more than a joke.

--- At six o'clock on a summer evening, the sky was still perfectly bright. Eleanor, resting on the sofa in her flat, heard a knock at the door. Hopping on one foot, she called out, "Coming!" She looked through the peephole but couldn't see anyone. Frowning in confusion, she called out, "Who is it?" After asking twice without receiving an answer, Eleanor wondered if some local kids were playing a prank. Assuming they had run off, she turned to head back to the living room, only for the knocking to start again.

She only replied when Summer called her. "Huh? Mrs. Quigley? How did you… turn into this?" Shock was written all over Lexi's pretty face. Summer looked like the girl-next-door type. She had worn a pleated skirt when she had gone into the room. But when she came out, she had transformed into a poised lady. It was indeed rather hard to believe.

CHARITY POV Paramore blares through the speakers of my stereo, my head resting against my favorite fuzzy pillow. I try to stop my thoughts from wandering to where they shouldn’t. To who they shouldn’t. A growl of frustration leaves my lips as Summer, my meddlesome wolf, pushes their faces into my mind. She feels no shame about wanting Matt and Fletcher equally. The idea sinful and thrilling.