(Book Trailer Included) Four teenage girls, Jane, Carmella, Mia, and Lily are experiencing some of the most difficult situations a teen could possibly have. Each of their lives shall intertwine with one another. This story exemplifies the often not so perfect lives of teenage girls by diving deep into the emotional struggles of adolescence.

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14. Carmella's Story Part 4:


   "Hey! You've reached Shayla's voice mail! Don't be shy-leave a message after the beep!" Shayla's giggle, followed by a beep comes through my end of the phone-for about the eight hundreth time.

   "Hey, everything okay? You haven't answered, like, any of my calls. Should I be worried..?" I pause a moment before continuing, "Well, please call me back." I slap my cell phone shut with both annoyance and panic. I hope she's alright..

   I lie back on my bed and sigh dramatically. Should I call Mitch? I ask myself.

   I turn onto my side just as my pupils land on the paper atop my bedside table. I reach out to retrieve the sheet and turn it sideways, in front of my face. I study the picture of Shayla and I kissing. I grin a little, having not been able to snatch one of the fliers on my way out. I gotta give Katie credit for getting such a perfect picture.

   I stare at the picture for another minute before setting it down beside me. I pick my phone up and flip it open, dialing Shayla's number, again. I wait a few rings before hearing her voicemail. I hit end with force, sick and tired of being brought to voicemail. Why won't she pick up?

   I hesitate before heading to my contacts and finding Mitch's name. I gotta do this..

   I hit the call button and lift the phone to my ear, tapping my leg with my free hand, nervously.


   "Mitch?" I blurt.

   "Yeah, that's my name.." He says plainly. I notice how there's no emotion in his voice, like he usually has when I call him.

   "Uh, hey..look, about today-"

   "Why?" He sneers, "Why did you do this? Are we only together just so you can hide the fact that you're a lesbien?"

   My mouth goes completely dry. Oh no, if Mitch is actually thinking this, there's no doubt everyone else is. And the part that sucks the most about it, is that it's not true. "Mitch, you don't understand-"

   "Carmella." He says. He calls me Mel, not Carmella.. "Just flat out tell me why we're together, then."

   I can feel my eyes beginning to get watery, "Because I love you!"

   There's a long silence before he responds, "Well, I find it kind of hard to believe that's the truth."

   I shake my head even though he obviously can't see me. "Mitch, please! I'm not lying! How could I say that and not mean it!" I shout.

   "Look, can we talk about this later?" He asks softly.

   "But, Mitch," I say with confusion. We can't end this, yet. I haven't even gotten the chance to explain.

   "Sorry, I'm really not in the mood for all this bullcrap. Cya." The end of the line goes silent, besides the dull noise lingering until I shut my phone.

   I sit there, letting tears stream down my cheeks. Mitch has never been this mad at me before. I feel like crawling into a hole and dying.

   I wipe my eyes and flip my phone back open, dialing Shayla's number again. I know it's probably no use, but I just want to talk to some one who'll understand.

   "Hey! You've reached Shayla's voice mail! Don't be shy-leave a message after the beep!" She giggles, then the obnoxious beep goes through my ear. I sit there silently, not speaking into the phone. I don't even know what to say.

   I close the phone, slowly. Nothing. I have nothing to say. I just need some fresh air.

   I throw on a light pink sweatshirt and head outside. I breathe in the sweet, spring aroma, gazing out into the beautiful sunset. It's about 6 o'clock PM now, so it should be heading behind the clouds in a few hours.

   I wipe my eyes again, just incase I see anyone I know. I don't want them to think I was crying over the incident at school, today. I already left school early, that's gonna be enough for snickers, tomorrow.

   The rays from the sun shine right in my deep brown eyes, causing me to look down at my sparkly black flats. I walk a little faster, so that I can get out of direct contact with the bright sun.

   When I emerge, I look up to see two girls my age in a tight embrace. I smile to myself, that's sweet. I wish I could be like that in public with Shayla...

   That's when I realize one of the girls looks exactly like Shayla from the back. Her long brown hair just touches her lower back, shimmering beneath the sunny rays. She's even wearing the same cute, pink sweatshirt that Shayla has.

   I think that's Shayla! It has to be. I awkwardly come to a halt on the sidewalk, and watch as she kisses the girl on the cheek and she kisses her back. She pulls away, giggling. That's all I need.

   That's all I need to know it's Shayla. I know her laugh, after hearing it over and over again through her voicemail. That's Shayla...with another girl...that's why she wasn't answering me. She seems to have found herself someone else.

   I slowly begin to back away from the scene that takes place across the street. I feel like screaming, but I just can't. I don't even know why. I shouldn't even care if Shayla's with another girl. She's the one who created this whole disaster. Before she came, my life was completely perfect.

   I continue to walk even faster. That settles it, then. I guess I'm on my own.


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