Naomi's POV  About half an hour after everyone left for the party I glued myself in front of the computer. I sat there patiently while rereading the fourth harry potter book.  Time ticked by quicker than I expected it to and before I knew it there was only 45 minutes until the books went on sale.  I had my card ready and I was logged in on my phone ready brag about getting a copy.  As I refreshed the Facebook page of the fanclub I was in new post from the other members who were excited to purchase the series popped up, people even started their own countdown.  As I was reading a post my phone suddenly ran and I was surprised by who was calling.  It was Hero.  Why would he be calling me at this hour?  Unless something happened to Riley, he wouldn't have a reason to call. 

Naomi's POV      Its been a few days since the Amber incident and she hasn't approached me since. I guess the warning Riley gave her worked.    I was still a bit down because I didn't get the books  wanted Saturday. All the book groups are still buzzing about the books, some people even start getting ther books already.    While I had nothing to look forward to. And nothing new to read.    To cheer myself up I decided to go to the bookstore down the road, even its run by an old lady she tries her best to keep up with the latest stories and the most popular one while still having all the classics available.    Since I'm going to walk there I decided to put on sneakers instead of flats, I glance at my hoodie but decides to leave it, it's just the middle of September the evening's not going to be that chilly.    I

Riley's POV  My brain felt like it was going to explode from all the thinking I've been doing lately.  I lied to dad at dinner earlier when I said I didn't choose a college yet, in fact I had chosen three. I've even drafted up application letters and started doing research about the different scholarships I could apply for.  I was too afraid to tell him all of this incase he wasn't able to afford it. I know he told me not to worry but I can't help but worry.  Ever since our mom's died, he's been the only one taking care of us, none of our family members ever chipped in to help dad. The only time we ever got help was to pay for the funeral.  Not to mention, only time they call is once a year on the anniversary of our mom's death and that's it. They don't call on birthdays, they don't call at Thanksgiving, the don't even call for Christmas and new y

Naomi's POV  There was a strange buzz circulating through my body. I can't remember the last time I felt like this  Is thus what excitement felt like?  Was I really thar excited to go to a party?  I rummage through all my clothes but I couldn't find anything similar to what Riley and her friends were to these parties.  I don't even know what I'm going to do with my hair.  Why do high schoolers go these things? They're so stressful.  I pull out the tightest pair of ripped jeans I own then begin the search for the only crop top I own. It was a white spaghetti strap crop top with a cute blue butterfly embroidered in the center of of it.  After finding my outfit I headed straight for the shower, as I washed my hair I wondered what I was going to do with it for the party.