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knew from so long ago. That little girl who used to follow Beck around everywhere. The one who always begged to join in and was so sweet, so innocent.
    Where had that girl gone?
    And as soon as the question flitted through my brain, I knew the answer. It was my fault. I ’ d caused her whole world to come flying apart and the result was this new, bitter, angry girl who was making the kind of stupid mistakes that were the ones I ’ d been making years ago.
    I thought that maybe I wasn ’ t the one who should be judging her in the first place — and it was none of my business, right?
    But I couldn ’ t help but remember Beck as I laid on my back staring at the blank ceiling above me.
    “ Get out, Miranda! ” Beck yelled at her little sister.
    Miranda was only thirteen and her favorite pastime seemed to be spying on us. She had been lingering in the doorway for who knew how long now, watching us as we dressed up and put on make-up, blaring the music while Beck ’ s parents were out.
    At the sound of Beck ’ s scolding, though, she bolted from the doorway. We could hear her tramping down the stairs quickly.
    “ I hate it when she does that, ” Beck told me, making a frustrated sound.
    I waved off her concerns, painting on a bright red color on my lips. “ She ’ s a kid. It ’ s annoying, but no biggie. She runs as soon as we catch her. It ’ s not like she asks to join or anything. ”
    I glanced over at Beck, but she was still frowning. She still hadn ’ t finished her make-up yet, but instead of picking up the mascara, she just sat there staring at the tube that sat on the counter.
    Letting out a frustrated sigh, I turned to her. “ What ’ s the problem? So what if she snoops sometimes? ”
    Beck looked at me, and I realized that she was really worried. Not just annoyed at her little sister for being all up in her business or worried that she was going to tell on us or something. There was something else that was bugging her.
    “ I just worry, you know? ”
    No, I definitely didn ’ t know. “ Um, not really, ” I told her honestly, putting the tube of lipstick down on the counter and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “ Care to elaborate? ”
    She lifted her shoulders uncertainly in a small shrug. “ I don ’ t know, ” she began, second guessing herself. “ It just seems like she ’ s so young. She ’ s just a kid and we ’ re …” She gestured around us at the clothing scattered all over the place and the makeup that littered the counter.
    There were a dozen different shades of lip gloss and lipstick and at least four different tubes of mascara, not to mention the huge palettes of eye shadows. The clothing was a mixture of dresses and skirts and low cut shirts. Not to mention the underwear.
    We ’ d gotten Visa gift cards for Christmas that year, and we ’ d waited until the Victoria ’ s Secret sale came around and went absolutely crazy. We got all kinds of bras and panties that there was no way our parents would ever have let us get. We ’ d taken full advantage of the fact that the Visa cards could be used just about anywhere.
    Frowning, I shook my head. “ I still don ’ t see the problem. ”
    Maybe it was because I didn ’ t have a little sister and my mom was always working late that it took me so long to see where Beck was coming from, but I honestly didn ’ t know. To me, all of that stuff littered all over the place just seemed like fun, but to her it meant something else.
    “ I just mean that we ’ re a lot older than her, ” Beck tried again, finally picking up a tube of mascara and applying it liberally. We ’ d both gotten fake IDs and were going to use them tonight to try and get into a bar. Beck ’ s parents had promised that if we watched Miranda while they were out, she could stay at my place that night. And seeing as how my mother was always working the late shift, it was the perfect opportunity to try out our new IDs.
    My name had been Rosy.
    “ We ’ re