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but otherwise, the house was quiet and still. She could look for only so long before covering her eyes. In Iceland, days could go by when she could almost forget about Ali, their secrets, and what had happened. She’d been back in Rosewood for less than ten minutes, and Aria could practically hear Ali’s voice at every bend in the road and see her reflection in every house’s oversize bay window. She slumped down in her seat, trying not to cry.
    Her father continued a few streets down and pulled up to their old house, a postmodern angry brown boxwith only one square window, right in the center—a huge letdown after their waterfront faded-blue Icelandic row house. Aria followed her parents inside and they bustled off into separate rooms. She heard Mike answer his cell phone outside and she swished her hands through the sparkly floating dust in the air.
    â€œMom!” Mike ran through the front door. “I just talked to Chad, and he said the first lacrosse tryouts are today.”
    â€œLacrosse?” Ella emerged from the dining room. “Right now?”
    â€œYeah,” Mike said. “I’m going!” He tore up the wrought-iron staircase to his old bedroom.
    â€œAria, honey?” Her mother’s voice made her turn. “Can you drive him to practice?”
    Aria let out a small laugh. “Um, Mom? I don’t have my license.”
    â€œSo? You drove all the time in Reykjavík. The lacrosse field’s only a couple of miles away, isn’t it? Worst thing, you’ll hit a cow. Just wait for him until he’s done.”
    Aria paused. Her mother already sounded frazzled. She heard her dad in the kitchen opening and closing cabinets and muttering under his breath. Would her parents love each other here like they had in Iceland? Or would things go back to the way they used to be?
    â€œAll right,” she mumbled. She plopped her bags on the landing, grabbed the car keys, and slid into the wagon’s front seat.
    Her brother climbed in next to her, amazingly already dressed in his gear. He punched the netting on his stick enthusiastically and gave her an evil, knowing smile. “Happy to be back?”
    Aria only sighed in response. The entire drive, Mike had his hands pressed up against the car’s window, shouting things like, “There’s Caleb’s house! They tore down the skate ramp!” and “Cow poop still smells the same!” At the vast, well-mown practice field, she’d barely stopped the car when Mike opened the door and immediately bolted.
    She slid back into the seat, stared up through the sunroof, and sighed. “ Thrilled to be back,” she murmured. A hot air balloon floated serenely through the clouds. It used to be such a delight to see them, but today she focused in on it, closed one eye, and pretended to crush the balloon between her thumb and pointer finger.
    A bunch of boys in white Nike T-shirts, baggy shorts, and backward white baseball caps walked slowly past her car toward the field house. See? Every Rosewood boy was a carbon copy. Aria blinked. One of them was even wearing the same Nike University of Pennsylvania T-shirt that Noel Kahn, the ice-cream sandwich boy she loved in eighth grade, used to wear. She squinted at the boy’s black wavy hair. Wait. Was that… him ? Oh God. It was. Aria couldn’t believe he was wearing the same T-shirt he wore when he was thirteen. He probably did it for luck or some other queer jock superstition.
    Noel looked quizzically at her, then walked toward her car and knocked on her window. She rolled it down.
    â€œYou’re that girl that went to the North Pole. Aria, right? You were Ali D’s friend?” Noel continued.
    Aria’s stomach plummeted. “Um,” she said.
    â€œNo, dude.” James Freed, the second-hottest boy at Rosewood, came up behind Noel. “She didn’t go to the North Pole, she went to Finland. You know, like where that