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.