To say it’s been a crazy year would be a huge understatement Spencer mused as she drove down the now, all too familiar streets of Manhattan, New York. Let’s see, there’s been Ashley’s drug addiction, a psycho ex manager, a twisted karate instructor, betrayal, hurt and tears. It’s been … one hell of a year.

But now, it was time to move on. As hard as it was going to be to push forward she couldn’t dwell on the past. Spencer had her education at NYU she was about to kick off and for now, that’s what her focus was set on… well, that and supporting Ashley of course.

After the whole Carmen ordeal, Ashley had publicly announced that she was checking into a rehabilitation center for her drug dependence. Boy did the tabloids have a ball with that one. The word privacy didn’t exist as far as the paparazzi were concerned. And it wasn’t just Ashley they were badgering it was Spencer, the Trouble Makers, and the Carlins.

It’s no fun being followed to the grocery store, to the mall, home, and even to the freaking bathroom. No fun at all. But again, Spencer had to ignore all the negativity and the pestering and focus on the positive. Like right now for instance, visiting Ashley at the center was definitely a positive.

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There are exactly one hundred and five little grey tiles on the ceiling. Well, unless you counted the little one with the crack in it than there’s one hundred and six little grey tiles on the ceiling. Yep, there are definitely one hundred and six little grey tiles on the ceiling. Ashley nodded her head satisfied with her decision.

Why was the rocker laying on her bed counting the ceiling tiles? Simple, it’s because she’s bored out of her mind. Rehab was the most boring place on Earth if you asked Ashley.

There was nothing to do and everything worked on a set schedule. Nothing was spontaneous or exciting or different. Her month long stay at the lovely Manhattan Recovery Center so far has been the same thing everyday.

Each day consisted of waking up, eating, working at her station, going to her group meeting, one on one counseling, free time, and then going to bed. That’s not what a high profile rocker called a good time.