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deep breath before entering, I tried to brace myself for the flood of memories and emotions I was about to endure. Walking through the doors, I was hit with a tidal wave the way everything came at me all at once. Even though I was looking forward to reminiscing about old times, some memories were best kept in the past.

Chapter 3
     
                  Creeping into the room, I tiptoed as if there was a scary monster I didn’t want to unleash. I threw my luggage on the tattered quilted bed and immediately eyed Mr. Wabbit - my stuffed bunny. As I clutched his matted fur, I started to make my way around the room taking in the recollections one by one. Daddy had left everything as-is and never touched a thing but coming in to dust every once in a while. I approached the old rickety bookshelf filled to the brim with my favorite novels; Pride and Prejudice, To Kill a Mockingbird. Scanning the books, I ran my fingers across the spines while making my way through the room.
     
                  Just as my fingertips left the last spine, I reached my enormous desk where I had spent many a night staying up late studying. I took a seat at the desk and ran my palm over the chipped wood, worn down by age. Looking at the pictures on the walls in front of me, there were dozens of goofy shots with Skye and Harley in them. One picture in particular caught my eye; the three of us in cheerleading outfits grinning like idiots. We hated cheerleading, but did it to please our parents. These girls were my life. I don't know what I would have done without them. We were three strangers thrown together with three entirely different personalities. We were three strangers who were kindred soul mates that desperately needed one another.
     
                  Signing me up for recreational cheerleading when I was eight was probably the best decision my father could have made. Daddy tried everything to raise a proper young lady, but after my mama had died, he had a hard time. On the first day of practice, I showed up with disheveled ponytail, dirt smudges on my forehead and scuffed knees. At the time, I disdained cheerleading, but deep down, I still yearned for the approval of the other girls.
     
                  Blowing a bubble, as if I didn’t care what people thought of me, a little brunette stuck her finger straight in the middle and deflated it. I immediately detested her. Who the hell does she think she is?
     
                  Trying to make friends and prevent an incident, a little blond approached, and sat down beside me in the grass. Attempting to make out her face, I was blinded by the shine off her golden curls.
     
                  Man this sucks! Attempting to find an escape route I plopped my butt in the soggy grass. Realizing I was stuck in pom-pom hell, I began pulling up the grass and tossing it aside. This little blonde sat next to me and started making a necklace out of daisies.
     
                  “This blows,” I huffed.
     
                  “Yep, my folks stuck me in here as a way to acclimate me into society, or whatever that means. My name’s Skye Breeze, but you can call me Skye.” She extended a hand. I accepted her warm gesture with a smile. She was sweet, which was rare for this town. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
                 
                  Just as I was beginning to accept my father’s horrible idea, the brunette brat who popped my bubble sat down on the other side of Skye and I. Great!
     
                  “What are you two dorks talking about?”
     
                  “You know Harley, you could be a lot nicer to people,” sang Skye with her honeyed voice. I was still fuming and didn’t want to look at this she-devil.
     
                  “Yeah Skye, I could, but that would take away from my rock star personality.” Huh, this chick thinks she's the