~SCARLETT~
The next day at school, my sister still wasn't in high spirits. I tried to cheer her up yesterday, but she wanted no part of it. I can't blame her, though; it was only the second day, and she'd just gone through a messy breakup. I wish there were some way for me to help her. I wasn't used to seeing her like this.
Everywhere we went, people were talking behind her back, whispering, laughing. She was still popular; that hadn't changed, but her reputation had taken a hit. She knew this; I knew this, everyone knew it. She would have to do something drastic to regain everyone's respect. If I were her, I would let people do and say whatever they wanted; I wouldn't waste my time in the spotlight around dense people. But my sister and I were too different for her to do something like
