June?
June, her closest friend with shaggy brown hair.
June, the shy girl who wore glasses.
June,with the nerdy look.
June, that dresses in clothes that resembled a mechanic's overall, even though sometimes she had tried to stop it, but to no avail.
June, who had advised to keep her virginity for her husband.
June, who had said that she didn't like boys; wouldn't date till she was 18, next year.
June, who ate Amelia's cupcakes and pies most.
That June?? Emma thought, as a numb feeling overwhelmed her. No, perhaps it was some other June, not hers; not her closest friend. She wouldn't betray her this way. It was most cruel.
Emma!!!
Emma jerked up to the present, as she heard Amelia's loud voice. Refocusing on her sister who looked worried a bit, she couldn't help but ask the question which taunted her greatly.
"Which June?" She asked.
