Kim's POV

"MOM!" Kat screamed with tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, Kitty-Kat! How's my little candy-apple?" I asked. When she and Kyle came home, the first thing we did, was go to a carnival, and Kat would eat only the candy apples that they served.

"Hey Mom, how are you?" asked Kyle, right behind him. God, they look so different.

Kat had ebony hair, with clear eyes, and light skin. Kyle, on the other hand, had blonde hair, honey brown eyes, and tanned skin. Their father was from Sweden, and their mother was from Mexico. So both of them received mixed genes.

"I'm fine. Tired, but fine," I said, smiling. Kyle, nodded, but he didn't seem to believe me.

"The doctor said you can leave in a couple days." Kat grinned.

"That's when the carnival starts! Can we go?" She asked. I nodded before I felt a needle go into my arm. Sleep took over my senses, before I could do anything.

Kat's POV

The doctor gave her shoots, and said that visiting hours are closed. When we to Jerry's house, I unpacked and took a walk, by the Bay View Mall, and sat by the fountain. Then, I see a girl rushing past with tears in her eyes, and sat on the other side. Curious, I walked over to see it was the girl from, the library. She must've felt my presence because, she looked.

"What do you want?" She asked tiredly.

"I want to start over. I think we could be really, good friends." I stuck out my hand. She hesitantly, shook it. Why did I want to be friends, with her? She's been a bitch towards, me but a voice in the back of my hand, says she needs, a friend right now. No matter what she has done to me.

We ended up by the beach, laughing at a prank that Jazzy did. I found out that her name was originally Jill, but when her parents divorced, her father, legally renamed her Jasmine. This all happened when she was 5, so she's gotten, used to be called Jill,(Her brother/mother) Jazzy, (her father), and Jasmine, (Teachers).

"You know, I'm in a band. I play bass, but we need a singer and gutiar player," She said. I smiled.

"I play gutiar. And I used to take voice lessons," I said. She smiled,

"Great, our next practice is tomorrow, and we have a gig at the carnival!" she said excitedly. I smiled wider.

"We are going to carnival as soon as my mom, gets out of the hospital,"

"Great, just be there at six." She said. I nodded.

"Oh, is your dad going to be there?" I asked hesitantly. Her face fell.

"No, he never comes. 'Too busy, today sugar' 'I have a meeting then, sweetie. Sorry'" She said, mocking him. I felt bad for her.

"That sucks. Are sure about this? Ya' know, with me being a Black Dra " Jazz cut me off.

"Those are just labels. I want you to be my friend. Anyone who says otherwise, can fuck off," I smiled.

"So, you and Logan Andrews? Give me the deets," I said, changing the subject.

"Right after you tell me what's going on with you and Mason Robins," she smirked. For once, I feel like a normal 15-year old teenager.

Sorry so short! I haven't had much time to myself. The search, continues for the best musical! Thanks! To all my readers, who have stayed, loyal to my lack of regularness. Now that summer is here, I should be able to update more!