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SPRING OF FRESHMAN YEAR.

"I don't even want to think about them right now," Isla said, waving off her friend and tapping something into her phone. "I swear they'll be best friends for life."

"Why did God make us have all the same classes with those dorks?" Cora said exasperatedly and flopped down on Aline's bed.

There was no place the group of four would go. It was always Aline Peterson's house. If it wasn't, they wouldn't go to a house. All the music stuff was in her garage and Aline's parents didn't mind the noise too much. Their band- The Neon Glowsticks- was just taking off. Their music was just starting to hit other schools besides theirs, but so was The Habit's.

"If we ever become famous," Eloise said and took a swig of her water. "We are never doing an album with them. Much less a song. But it's not like they're that good anyways so we probably don't have to worry about them."

"Exactly. Sooner or later girls, we'll be signing a record label and we won't have to deal with the most annoying guys in our freshman class," Aline joked and took a handful of popcorn from the bucket in the middle of the floor.

"True that, Aline. True that."

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