Bette: "I hope she does too." ‘

They sat in silence watching the sky together, peacefully…something they haven’t had in awhile.  

 Dana walked along the path of the old trail to the tree house

Her mind wondering about Sunny, but also her step sister. She had locked herself up in her room, writing away, about what she wouldn’t know. 

  Jenny’s grades started to slip a little but they gradually grew when she realized that Sunny wasn’t coming back. Dana wondered around the trunk of the tree, feeling the carvings that where six years old. Names of other high school students from the past where clearly readable.  

 The incredible Journey that they all went threw had just taken a turn for the worst.  
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Tina dressed warm when she noticed how cold the weather was getting. She looked outside her window and spotted Bette with what appeared to be Sunny’s stolen motorcycle. 

  She rushed outside, with a questionable on her face. "What the hell do you think your doing."   Bette: "For your info blondy, im taking this baby out for a joy ride."

 Bette smiled.   Tina cracked up, "You, miss prissy, ride a bike."

The laughter poured forth her mouth gasping for air. Bette rolled her eyes, "Laugh all you want, it was by the side of the house and i thought i just keep it."   T

ina: "I’m sorry, but, the day you ride a motorcycle, will be the day i actually start liking you."   ‘Tina didn’t see the small smirk that rose on Bette’s face, how thoughtful of her to believe that she wouldn’t be able to ride the thunderous machine in front of her.’  

‘The more she thought about it, the more she asked herself if she was turning into Sunny.’   "Okay, if you say so." ‘Bette jumped on the bike, a black hoodie on, with a back jacket over it. She smiled and took off with it leaving Tina with her mouth wide open. 

  ‘Holy Shit!’  

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 Alice lost herself with her music, Jenny spent time with her as well, trying anything to bring back the smile that made Alice, Alice.  

 ’She felt sad about the death of Sunny’s grandmother. Even she had known the woman, she was wise and would tell her stories about Sunny and the rest of her faimly. Alice wished she knew what her grandparents looked like, or sounded like.