The Invisible Girl Next Door

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Sorry, I just couldn't wait until Saturday!

About
Tabitha Stevens was best friends with the country’s hottest heartthrobs. Only now after a year of no contact she feels forgotten and alone. But one phone call can change anything.

Characters

Tabitha "Tabberz" Stevens

Elizabeth "Lizzy" Mitchell

Richard "Rick" McDowell

Alyssa "Lyssa" McDowell

Joseph "Joe" Jonas

Paul "Kevin" Jonas II

Nicolas "Nick" Jonas

F.A.Q.
Q: Can I be in it?
A: Sorry, I've already written the first two chapters, and I can't really fit anyone in.
Q: How are we doing the chapters this time?
A: I'm going to post them on this post. It's been a while since I got to do that, and name them.
Q: It's not an original idea.
A: That's not a question. And I know. I haven't read any of the others, so I hope me is different.

Chapters
1. Replacement
2. Drop The Phone
3. Not Completely Forgotten
4. The Final Word Is Spoken

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1. Replacement
Tabitha’s POV
“The blue one or silver one?” My best friend Elizabeth “Lizzy” Mitchell asks me.
We’re laying stomach down on her bed, with our feet at her pillows and our heads at the bottom.
I lean over her shoulder to see the magazine she’s looking at.
“I dunno. I don’t like to wear dresses.” I say.
“Stop being such a boy. This is prom. You have to wear a dress.” Lizzy says annoyed.
I twirl my stick straight blonde hair with my middle finger. It’s true. I am like a boy.
I love every sport, getting dirty, and hate all things girly. And it just so happens that Lizzy is the complete opposite.
“You are going to prom aren’t you?” Lizzy asks warily.
“I don’t know.” I say honestly.
“You have to go! I mean everyone there all ready hates me, you’re like the only person who isn’t a backstabber.” Lizzy says wanting to guilt me into it.
Lizzy’s 16. She may be book smart, but [don’t tell her I said this] she’s like stupider than tuna. Unless tuna’s smart. You know what…never mind!
“You forget Rick.” I say. Lizzy rolls her eyes and tosses her straight blonde hair over her shoulder. Unlike mine, Lizzy’s hair is gorgeous. It’s smooth, silky, and shiny.
Anyway Rick is Richard McDowell, he lives across the street from Lizzy and moi, and he’s our age, well my age – 18. Well really, we live in a cul-de-sac, so everyone lives across from us. Unless you live right next to them then you’re neighbors.
“What about Rick?” Lizzy asks.
“He’s your date.” I say raising an eyebrow.
She pursues her lips together as to say “So what?”
“What did you say yes out of pity?” I ask.
“Duh. I said yes because I knew you’d turn him down.” And she looks back down at the magazine, flipping through the pages.
I whip my head at her.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
She looks up at me with her innocent blue eyes. Innocent if you haven’t known her all your life.
“Whatever do you mean?” She asks very fake.
“Okay, Rick doesn’t like me, and I thought you did.” I say.
“Like you? Tabitha I thought you knew I was straight.” Lizzy says.
“I thought you liked him. Think before you speak.” I say.
“No way. He’s like ew.”
I roll off the bed – Matrix style. Well until Lizzy gives me a “helpful” push.
“Hey.” I say barely being able to see past all my hair. It has successfully landed in my face. While I lay on the ground, I ended up landing on my butt, which kind of hurts.
I flip my hair back, and stand up to brush myself off. Not that there’s much to brush off. I’m wearing my PJ’s: short boxer shorts, and an oversized jersey.
“Well you wanted off. I just though you needed a push.” She doesn’t even look up from the magazine.
Her PJ’s are like the opposite of mine. She’s wearing one of the dress things. I can’t stand them, I like pants and shorts, and I mean I don’t even wear a dress to church I wear dress pants. This could be because I was brought up with the three boys would used to live in the house on my other side. And let’s not forget dear old Rick.
I leap back on the bed. And land face first in the comforter. I sit up and look at her cover.
“New?” I point to the make-up design cover.
She nods. What is so interesting in that magazine? I personally think that they’re just money wasters. Three bucks for pure gossip.
I lay back down where I had been previously.
“What is in this magazine?” I ask playfully tugging it.
“Nothing.” She says quickly. She grips it tighter.
“What?” I ask more suspiciously.
“Nothing, it’ll upset you.”
“No it won’t.” I reassure her.
She slowly hands it over.
I grab it and laugh, until I see what she’s looking at. I drop my smile like a hot potato, and I feel like someone just told me my mom died.
“See, I told you.” Lizzy says apologetically.
I shove it back into her hands.
I look at her avoid crying.
“You haven’t cried since, have you?” She asks almost joyful, even though, now her eyes are watery.
“Only when no one could hear me.” I say and avoid springing a leak.
She smiles.
“I got something you’d like.” She says.
I blink back my tears.
“It’s here somewhere.” She says and walks to her vanity. It’s cluttered. I was always the more organized one.
“Got it!” She yells and jumps back on the bed.
“What is it?” I ask as she slowly pulls it from behind her back.
“Close your eyes.”
I do as I’m told.
“Open.”
My mouth drops.
I grab the CD and run to her CD player, and put it in.
“Footloose” starts playing. Ever since I finally saw that movie I wanted the CD.
“You’re welcome.” Lizzy says laughing while I dance around.
And for the rest of the night that’s what we do.
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“Mom?” I ask as I walk through the front door. I pull my key out and close the door, locking it. You can never be too safe.
I guess she went early to the museum. Her job is to like lecture people about the World Wars. I think it’s boring but then I’ve lived with it my whole life so…
I know my dad isn’t home. He’s in Japan, and he’s an accountant. I don’t know why Japan needs him, but whatever. At least Lizzy’s dad went too.
“Okay.” My voice echoes through the house, and sends a chill down my spine. I hate being alone it just reminds me…
I sit down at my parent’s computer. I see the wallpaper and smile a sad smile.
It’s a picture of me, and one of the boy’s who used to live next door. He is [he’s still living] my age, and dressed as a ghost. I’m dressed as a witch. Not that I wanted to be a witch, I wanted to be Anastasia from that movie, but no I had to be a witch.
I think you need to hear the story of why I have such a funky first name. Ever heard of the old TV show Bewitched? Well, my mom is obsessed with it. Her name is Samantha and our last name is Stevens. Of course, thank god or else this would have been way freaky, my dad’s name is David. But David is close to Darrin, so… Anyway, that’s why my name is Tabitha, since Darrin and Samantha’s first child was named Tabitha. And the weirdest part of all: I can do the nose twitch. I do it when I’m nervous, and sometimes I’ll do it without thinking. Of course people get all worked up about it [“Wow! You can do it just like Elizabeth Montgomery!”] But it’s fun.
I sigh and get up from the computer, depressed.
I grab my cell phone and sit on one of the stools in the kitchen.
“Yello?” I hear Lizzy ask.
“Hey.” I say miserable.
“Hey? What’s up?” She asks.
“Nothing.” I say.
“It’s not Alyssa is it?” She asks.
Alyssa McDowell is Rick’s little sister. She’s fifteen turning sixteen soon. You might think that Lizzy and Alyssa would get along, but they don’t. Lizzy thinks she’s better because she’s one year older. Don’t tell Lizzy I said this, but Lizzy thinks she better than like everyone. Except Clara but that’s a way different story.
Anyway back to Alyssa, she’s a quiet girl. Very shy, but she’s like gorgeous, and I think Lizzy’s a little jealous of Alyssa’s looks.
“Why would it be Alyssa?” I sit on one of the kitchen stools.
“Well, I don’t know. Hey have you heard from them lately?” Lizzy asks.
How rude. I mean she knows that that subject hurts.
“Elizabeth Katherine Mitchell you know that it’s been a year and a half since I’ve had any contact.” I say nearly choking.
“It’s been only a year for me. Why would they do that to you? I bet they’re gonna call you soon.” Lizzy says. Only a year? Do they hate me or something?
I hang up on her. I can’t stand her upbeat attitude. Actually, I can’t stand her at times. I glance over at the computer screen.
He was my best friend, and no matter how hard Lizzy tries, she’ll never be able to replace him.

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