In the car it was chaos. The four friends could barely keep their seats. Adrianne sat, nervously brushing her newly straightened hair out of her face. Her mother looked at her through the rear-view mirror, one eyebrow raised. Adrianne's mum was the only mother out of all of their mothers that they trusted to tell everything. She remembered what it used to be like to be young, and how she would try and scream at her own mother when she was denied her rights as a teenager. Emily caught Adrienne's eye, winked at her, and reached across the other two to give her a squeeze. Adrienne couldn't help but laugh. Her stomach was flipping over and tying itself in a gigantuam knot that couldn't be undone. This was how nervous she was. Her mind raced with scenarios of herself, tripping, falling, stumbling, stuttering, making a complete and absolute fool of herself. Adrianne was like that. She made up little skits in her head of different people and different places and different times and different scenarios, but always the same subject - her. Suddenly the mini-van slowed and finally halted, and all four girls simply stopped talking. First Adrianne looked out the window, followed by Sasha, and then Bethany, finally Emily. It seemed like an hour before Adrianne's mum turned around, with her right arm around the back of the seat next to her, and said, "Alright girls, this is your stop. Are you ready for this? Because I can run in and tell the secre--" But Adrianne cut her off. She said confidently, "Mum, mum. We'll be fine. It's just highschool. How bad can it be?" Her mum just smiled at her and gave them each a hug as they piled out of the van. As she drove off she opened her window and stuck her hand out and waved. All four waved back. Hitching their backpacks and messenger backs up their shoulders or backs, they linked arms, elbows around elbows, and starting with the right foot, began the first day of highschool. How bad could it possibly be?

Emily's eyes opened slowly, squinting against the sun already glinting in through her window. "What the hell? How did that get open?" she muttered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Emily Elizabeth, you do not use that word," her mother said sternly as she popped up at the foot of the bed, holding an armful of dirty clothes. As her mother spoke, Emily gasped sharply and glared at her mother, trying not to look sleepy. "God, mum, you scared the shnikes out of me!" Emily said, laying back down, bathing in the sun. It was the first day of school for that year, 9th grade, starting high school. Her mother seemed to remember. She stood straight and beamed at her daughter. Emily had predicted this, and refrained from groaning when her mother began. "My little baby...14 years old and already in high school. You go get ready and look nice and I'll get the camera." "Mum! Mum, mum...it's just high school. Get over yourself," Emily moaned as she pulled herself out of bed. Her warm, bare feet touched the cold hard wood floor and a shiver ran up her spine. She looked at herself in the mirror across from her, and instantly raced into the bathroom to fix the frizz that was her hair. After taming it and fixing it to look presentable, she walked back into her room, now empty, to find a good outfit. It did not take long for her to have all her clothes strewn out across her floor, leaving her in a distressed state of panic on her bed. "Oh God," she said into her hands, "I've got nothing to wear. It's the first day of high school and I've got nothing to wear." She finally picked out a cute white spaghetti strap to go under her black short-sleeved tie shirt. It tied right at the chest between the breasts. Quickly pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans, she buckled a belt around her hips and fixed her shirt before leaving her room with huge golden stars hanging from her ears. "Oh hunny, you look so pretty for your first day of school," her mother cooned. "Mummy, all I want is some food before the gang gets here and I'm gone. Please?" Emily asked her mother, but she couldn't help but smile at her pathetic mum. "Yes, mistress," her mum said, laughing slightly. She held out her arms, like a zombie, and dragged herself into the kitchen goofily as Emily pulled on her black and white etnies and tied them under the tongue. All her friends had the same shoes only different colors. Her mother brought out a plate of eggs with a glass of milk and let Emily gobble it up just in time for the doorbell to ring. "Emily, you forgot to brush your teeth!" her mum called to her as she raced for the door after grabbing her black messenger bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "I'll be right, mum, I brushed 'em extra good last night. Love you! Bye!" And thus began the first day of high school for the four best friends.

Has it ever happened to you, where one or more of the closest persons in your life have simply deserted you? Betrayed you? Proved to you that you can never trust anyone? If you don't know what it feels like, I can only try to give you this feeling as I describe the lives of four best friends who can't always keep each other's secrets. Written by: Chelsea (subs) Enjoy.

Four distinct and separate laughs rang out across the Woods. If one were to trace the laughs, one would find four girls huddled together in a circle in the middle of a clearing amongst bushes. Trees sprouted up all around the strange circle of bushes and shrubs. This clearing was known to the four best friends as "P.O.S.H." standing for: Pretty is Our Secret Hideout. It didn't make much sense, but they were only around seven when they made up the name. The four girls were very different, and had known each other since their births. All born in July, in the same year, they had been best friends since they had their umbilical cords cut. Their mothers had been best friends since their own births, and the girls' grandmothers had been best friends in high school. It was a long chain of friendship, and the new generation had no intention of breaking it. Giggling, the 14-year-olds sat in their small circle, gossipping as young teenagers do. Emily, Adrianne, Sasha, and Bethany were their names. Emily was known as Em or Emma to her friends, Adrianne was Addy or Ria. Sasha had no nickname except random ones like bunny-bear, and cutie. Bethany was Beth, or Bethie. Emily was like the mother of the group. Whenever someone was sad, like when Adrianne's mother and father had divorced, Adrianne ran instantly to Emily for comfort, because she was the best at giving it. Emily gathered her best friend in her arms and squeezed her tight, not letting go until all the tears were dry and gone. Her hair was a very dark red, and it had natural ringlets. Many people envied her hair, her beauty. She had many freckles that spotted her petite, perfectly pale face. Her lips were rather thin, but when lined with red and glossed, they looked a bit fuller. Emily liked to wear eye make up, but only a little tiny bit. Often she wore tank tops and baby tee shirts and jeans. She was simple yet very pretty. Her eyes were bluish green, that turned a little more blue the more happy she was. But they didnt change when she was sad. Which was rare; only when her friends were. Like a lot of her friends, she was thin. But not anorexic thin. Just thin. Adrianne had thick, black hair that curled on its own. Her big brown eyes were thickly lashed with full, dark lashes. Her pale skin did kind of stand out, and she was constantly harassing herself to go out more. She was a bit more on the chubby side, but she wouldn't look nearly as beautiful without her little bit of flab. The most makeup Adrianne wore was lip gloss. Never did she apply anything to her eyes, for she thought they did a pretty good job on their own. Sometimes she believed her pale complexion accentuated her eyes. Adrianne was the more rebellious, punk one of the group. She wore skater shoes and black and pink striped clothing. She listened to music like Good Charlotte and Sum41. She didn't consider herself hardcore, and she didn't go around labelling herself as, "an extra cool hardcore punk." Sasha was the more sporty one. She enjoyed running very much, and so she always ran from her house to her friends. This was what kept her in shape. She played soccer, tennis, touch football, and yet she was still completely girly-girl. Her eyes were always lined, her lashes always curled and lengthened by mascara. Her lips were constantly glossed. She always did her shoulder-length light brown hair up in cute styles -- only for school. When it came to her sports, she took it out, shook it, and pulled it into a messy ponytail. Her eyes were an emerald color. Very green. She loved her eyes because they were extremely green lined very darkly with a much darker green. She wore jeans and tee shirts, sometimes tank tops. Shorts were also part of her ensemble. She never put on anything that clashed. Bethany was the musical one. She loved playing the piano and drums. She was different from her friends. They had darker colored hair while she had very blond hair. Not icky-old-lady-white blond hair, just very blond. It wasn't completely yellow, either. It fell, straight, down to the middle of her slim back. Her eyes were a dark blue and very pretty. Sometimes Beth applied makeup; only when she could be bothered. She was extremely pretty with and without makeup. Always she was writing rythms and tunes to play next time she had the chance to. All her friends loved to listen to her perform, and they were honest. Sometimes she had off days, and they would let her know. They would look her in the eye and say honestly, "Bethie, your timing was a bit off," or "You skipped quite a few beats," or "The tune was a little wack." Where would she be without her friends? The four were well known among their school. Not popular individually, but together. Very seldom were they seen alone. A lot of times they had other people with them, but never were they split up except in classes. The year before, they had managed to end up in almost every single class together. And this year they expected to be no different. Little do they know how very wrong they are.