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Mira Scott looked around her old bedroom in Harbor Point and couldn't help the scoffing smile that came to her face. She was never supposed to come back here.

"Mira, honey, I have the last box!"

The girl groaned and made her way down the stairs to take the box away from the brunette.

"Thanks Sheila."

Sheila Baker, soon to be Scott, smiled at the young senior and went off to look for her fiancée. Mira took the last box up to her room and sighed. She would need to repaint the room. It was three colors, pink on one wall, maroon on another and the third was red. The fourth was as a white wall with a mural of hand prints. Mira found herself placing her hand over a maroon hand print and letting out a heavy sigh.

"You can always go to the guest room," Jerry Scott said.

"I'll be fine dad. I'll probably just paint over everything anyways."

The older irish man nodded his head in understanding the looked around.

"I say we paint the room blue," he said, his accent thick, a trait Mira possesses but is only prominent when she's showing extreme emotion. Mira gagged, making her father chuckle.

"Blue is such a bad idea, darlin'," Sheila stated before hugging Jerry, her think southern accent was as prominent as ever.

"I say we go for a dark red color. The wooden floors would go great with a light burgundy maybe."

"Well dad, looks like Sheila knows me better than you do," Mira said with a smirk. He smirked back and before she could register it, he pulled her into a headlock.

"What's with the cocky attitude, ya little punk?"

Mira escaped and tried to put him in an arm lock but he was too quick and locked her arm instead.

"Damn it old man," Mira said.

Jerry let go of his daughter and ruffled her hair before pulling her under his arm and kissed her hair.

Dinner had arrived later that night. The three sat in the living room on the ground and ate in silence. Mira cleared her throat before looking to Sheila.

"Have you made up with Helen yet?"

The older woman glared at her food the let out an angry sigh.

"No, and I don't plan to."

"Sweet heart, don't you think you're overreacting?"

Mira kicked her father, hard but it was already too late.

"Overreacting? Jerry she knew how much that dress meant to me! It was our mother's and she just gave it away! She didn't even sell it!"

"Sheila-"

"I'm going to get ready for bed." Mira and Jerry watched Sheila get up and rush to the kitchen. Mira nudged him with her foot before nodding towards where Sheila was. He gave her an almost tired smile before getting up and going after his fiancée. Mira used the opportunity to think on some things. Being back in this town opened up many doors in her life that were supposed to be locked tight.

"Well look at you." Mira glared at the girl before her. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and she wore a soft smile.

"I haven't seen you in a while."

"Laurette..."

When Mira moved to Seattle, she began to see visions of her old friend. For a few months she thought it was her ghost but when her father sent her to a therapist, he told her that it was her brain's way of coping with her lose; the therapy office is also how the two met Sheila. Over time, Mira was able to push back the past and Laurette along with it but now, back in this town, she couldn't push anything away. She was vulnerable here.

"What's with that glum face? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Depends on why I can still see you. I thought I got rid of you two years ago." The girl snorted her usual weird laugh and smiled down at Mira.

"You know that's not true, Reed." Mira snapped her eyes to her friend only to see her gone. Mira glared at the spot she was seated in then groaned and fell backwards to lay on the floor.

"Okay kids," Sheila said to Mira and Jerry, "we have a day before the furniture arrives. We need to have this place spotless.

It was now the next morning and Sheila had woken them up early, much to their protest.

"We will paint Mira's room first then clean around the house."

"I remember the first time we painted our rooms." Mira closed her eyes to try to ignore Laurette's voice.

"It was your idea that we painted the walls our favorite colors. What was mine, Reed?"

"Maroon," I said without thinking.

"What was that, Darlin," Sheila asked.

"N-nothing..." Jerry looked to his daughter and saw her eyes dart to the empty spot beside her. He knew what was happening and saw it coming but he didn't think that she would relapses soon. He looked to Sheila and sge gave him an understanding nod. She was the assistant of Mira's therapist, Dr. Daniel Nickson; its how the two first met. She knew about Mira's condition and helped whenever. And however she was able to.

"I'm going to go move the boxes to the halls."

"Mira-"

Sheila stopped him from chasing his daughter by grabbing his arm.

"We just moved back to the origin, Jerry. Remember what Dan told her." The man sighed and nodded.

"One day at a time."

"Thats right. This is just the first day. Just give her some time to soak everything in." The two looked to the stairs before going of to find the paint they'd bought.

The two adults watched Mira closely for any red flags. They were now on the third wall and the young girl refused to leave until the room was completed. Eventually they gave up and went to begin cleaning once more.

"I'll get started on lunch, you to," Jerry said from the doorway, what should I order?"

Mira turned to him then continued her task.

"Baltimore Pizzas and Subs is still open, right?"

Jerry smiled at his girl then nodded.

"Alright then."

Mira made sure that the two adults were really gone before going to close the door. She then turned to face Laurette and groaned.

"You are really being a pain in the ass now," she said. Laurette smiled warmly at her, like she used to when she was alive.

"Its like that quack said, if you want me gone so badly then you know what you need to do."

Mira scoffed and stepped towards the girl.

"I refuse to lose to you. It's like the quack said, I am in control of my own mind."

Laurette disappeared from in front of Mira and the red head smirked.

"Boo!" Mira jumped in fright and ended up knocking over a can of paint. Laurette laughed at her while Mira just glared.

"Like I said, Reed. You know what you need to do."

Mira pouted then folded her arms and crossed her legs

"I refuse."

Laurette walked to sit in front of her with the same stance.

"You need to, Amira. It's the only way to-"

"Amira? You alright."

"I'm fine dad."

The door opened and Jerry saw Mira on the ground, paint spilt over behind her.

"What happened here?"

"I tripped over the paint bucket is all. I'll lay down the spare plastic in a bit."

Her father miss and exits the room again. Mira stands up and Laurette stood with her.

"Looks like you aren't going anywhere this time," she told the blonde.

The girl smiled and shook her head.

Mira looked at her in thought. Laurette looked different than before. She looked a bit older. She would have been eighteen, the same age Mira was, the same age as Everly.

At the thought of Everly, Mira groaned and covered her face inside of her lap.

"Don't worry about Everly," Laurette said, rubbing soothing circles on her back, "it's been three years since that day. I doubt she would still hold a grudge towards you."

Mira scoffed then looked forward, across the room.

"She hates me, Etty. It would take a miracle for her to even forgive me after what I said to her that day."

"You could always tell her the truth?" The two looked at each other then forwards.

"Bad call," they said together. Mira looked around the room and looked to the wall of hand prints until her eyes landed on a pink one. It was such a simple time back then.

"The walls were our best stress ball, weren't they Reed." The question sounded more like a statement but she nodded in agreement, anyways

"Whenever one of us got angry or depressed we would place a hand print on a single wall in all three of our rooms." Laurette turned her head to Mira and grabbed her hand.

"Leave that one wall. It could still help you whenever things get too much for you."

"Isn't that why I conjured you up in my head?"

Mira looked into Laurette's eyes, searching for an answer. Her friend smiled at her then spoke.

"There is only so much you will let me do."

Laurette was gone once again and Mira groaned for the tenth time since arriving to Harbor Point.

It was now dinner time. The house was cleaned and the room was painted, except the hand print wall. She tried but couldn't bring herself to paint over it.

"God," Sheila exclaimed, "I can't wait for that furniture to get here!"

"Yeah. My ass hurts fro- ow!"

Mira rubbed the spot on her head where Jerry hit her with a rolled up newspaper she kept for this purpose.

"Language, young lady."

"That hurt you Irish bastar- ouch!" Mira glared at her father who only smirked at her.

"Okay you two," Sheila began, "tomorrow is Monday. Meaning you, Mira, will be starting school." Mira groaned and sunk in her seat.

"And Jerry starts back on the sea."

Now, Jerry groaned and sunk into his seat. Sheila chuckled at the two and clapped once.

"Chin up you two! I'm sure things will be fine."

Mira sat up in her seat and leaned forwards on the table.

"My ex-best friend hates me, I'm joining school a month late, and I don't like people. It is not going to be fine."

"I'm going to be on the sea, fishing for people that are so damned picky, sailing with men that gossip more than hens in a bar, and I won't be able to have a pint. I definitely won't be fine."

Sheila watched the two sink back into their seats, amused by their synchronized behavior.

"Well I'll have the house in order while you all are gone. Mira, since Jerry won't be back for sometime I'm going to take you out for a girls day. Hopefully I can meet some people to have girl's night."

Mira stopped listening to Sheila's ranting by now. She was too focused on how to avoid Everly.

Mira made herself comfortable in her thick sleeping bag on top of the three blankets she placed under her so she wouldn't get a back ache tomorrow. She looked over at her new school uniform and Laurette made another appearance.

"It won't be that bad tomorrow, Reed."

Mira scoffed then turned to face the 'ghost' fully.

"I'd be lucky if she just ignored me."

It was now Laurette's turn to scoff and fully face Mira.

"As if she would do that. No matter how many times we all fought we would go on within two days."

Mira turned away from her friend and stared at the ceiling.

"This time is different Etty."

"If I'm lucky she'd just ignore me."

Mira stared at the school entrance with an apathetic front. The cold air didn't bother her as much as the anxious feeling she was receiving.

"It's not the end of the world, Amira."

"Not now Laurette."

The red head walked towards to entrance and put the very noticeable Bluetooth earpiece in her ear for whenever she spoke to Laurette in public.

"I'm serious! Your acting like she's just going to out right punch you in the face."

Mira sighed and went on a search for her locker.

"Wow, I can't believe I'm actually going to be in high school now."

"Technically you aren't attending, since you're dead and all."

"Ouch, Reed. Way to kick a dog while it's down."

Mira looked at the girl for a moment then looked away. She envisioned the schools uniform with detail and smiled at the small squeal of excitement from beside her.

"You are just too sweet, Amira Scott! I wish I could hug you right now!"

While Laurette droned on about the uniform she now wore, Mira found her locker and went to set it up.

"You aren't going to decorate it," Laurette asked as Mira locked her locker.

"No, its pointless if you think about itm. In less than a year I'll be moved to a different locker and will be required to clean this one out. Less work for me."

Mira turned and walked right into a hard body. She stumbled but steadied herself and looked at the person to apologize.

All the words became jumbled thoughts when she met the boy's eyes. They were a piercing brown that glared down at her while she gapped at him. His black hair matched his dark demeanor well. He had a bit of a "back off" vibe to him that only managed to draw Mira in.

"Oh," Laurette began, "you have a crush crush."

"Shut up," Mira said aloud.

"Pardon?"

Mira's eyes grew wide and she waved her hands between them.

"N-no, I was talking to someone else."

Mira pointed at the earpiece and the boy only narrowed his eyes.

"Anyway, I'm sorry for bumping into you. It won't happen again."

Before he could say anything more, Mira ran off down the hall, not sure where she was going. She just had to get away from the boy that might have caused her trouble.

Mira found her homeroom class and was sat in a seat that's near the back and to the window. She had her headphones on as she stared out the window, oblivious to the students pouring in.

It wasn't until she felt the chair beside her move that she turned her attention to the person beside her. His eyes caught hers once more so she glared and turned away.

Dean Evans looked at the small red head beside him and let out a soft sigh. He reached over and removed one of her earbuds, earning him a fiery glare.

"You dropped this," he told her, sliding her a folder. Her eyes softened and bit but quickly hardened as her eyes darted to the side. He almost missed the subtle gesture but managed to catch it.

"Thanks," she said, her voice softer than her eyes, telling him that she wasn't glaring at him.

The bell rang and the two sat back in their seats. Red, as he called her in his mind, lifted her legs to cross them on their desk, making the chain on her boots rattle. He took those few seconds to really look at her. She wore almost gothic style make up and her fluffy red hair was pulled back in a ponytail with a white, cartoonish skull hair tie. She also had on a black hoodie under her uniform and fishnet tights. She looked like a typical bad girl but something in her eyes told him differently.

Mr. Falks, the homeroom teacher, walked in with his usual briefcase full of history porn magazines just before The Lady Three walked in. The Lady Three, as the students called them, were simply three rich popular girls. Gina Somers was their 'leader'. She had bleach blonde hair, her skin was tanned from head to toe, and her cloths fit her way too tightly. Next was Jena Blake, she was beautiful and natural, unlike the girl she follows. She just had a terrible, dominating personality. While Gina would just spill things on someone or shove them slightly Jena would tear you down with her harsh words. No one but Dean had been able to go head to head with the black haired woman but he didn't blame them.

Lastly was a real mystery. Everly Addams was a petite blonde with goddess like beauty. She would often just watch as her two friends tormented the other students but did nothing to help them. If they took it too far, she would subtly make them stop but nothing more. Dean couldn't stand the three at all so when Everly looked over to his direction with surprise, he glared and put on his hoodie. Her eyes hardened but Gina and Jena both looked over and glared as well and that's when he realized it: This was the table Gina sat at to get close to him. He forgot because he's been out of school for sick leave for three weeks. The three girls made their way over to the table and he looked to Red, who was now leaning back in the seat with her eyes closed.

Gina pushed the girl's feet off of the desk, earning herself a glare from both Red and himself.

"You're in my seat."

Amira was about to reply but froze when she saw Everly among the two girls.

"Whoa, my twin is hot," Laurette said from behind her sister. Mira looked away from them and groaned.

"I don't know who you are but get lost."

Dean watched as Gina and Jena's eyes grew wide in shock but noticed that Everly didn't looked suprised at all.

Jena scoffed then stepped forwards.

"Look, newbie," she began as she leaned on the table dramatically, "lets not make this more difficult than it has to be, yeah?"

Mira gave a short chuckle then kicked her leg out, narrowly missing Jena's leg, and placing them back on the desk when the black haired girl backed away.

"Sorry to burst those bubbles you princesses have blown," she chuckled at her own joke and Laurette gagged from beside her, "but I'm not movin. I suggest you lot move along before you make me angrier than I already am.

Everly looked down at Amira with so many emotions. A part of her was happy to see her best friend again. She wanted to hug the girl close and never let her go. On the bigger hand, however, she felt nothing but hatred and rage build up inside her.

How dare she come back here?

"Who do you think you are," Gina asked. Everly noticed Mira's fist balling up and her eyes became ablaze with fury and frustration. She recognized that looked and immediately stopped her friends.

"Lets go to my table, Gi. You can have my chair to be next to him."

Gina looked to the table then huffed before marching over to it. Jena glared at the red head and spoke.

"This isn't over, bitch."

Everly lingered and leaned to whisper in Mira's ear.

"We need to talk after lunch," she said then left, giving Mira no chance to argue. Dean looked over to Mira and saw the tired look on her face. He wanted to ask if she was alright but stopped himself. This year would definitely be different from the previous.