I sit on the couch in the living room, mindlessly flipping through the channels on the television. Ever since my break up with Chase and all those fights and arguments with the rest of my family, my life has been very dull. I rarely speak to anyone anymore. The only people I speak to are Auntie Tasha, Uncle Donny, and Daddy Douglas. I speak to Chase as much as possible since we're just friends now, which feels so wrong, and every night he'll sleep with me to ward off my nightmares. Other than that, I don't speak to Adam, Leo, or even Bree. I feel bad about throwing away the friendship necklace that she gave me, but I haven't told her that because, like I said, we're no longer speaking.

  "Hello, sweetie," Auntie Tasha says, sauntering into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. "Hi, Auntie Tasha," I say, emotionless. She starts digging in the refrigerator. "Lyrica, are you okay," she asks, with her head in the fridge. "You rarely speak to Adam, Bree, and Leo anymore, and there seems to be a lot of tension between you and Chase." "I'm okay, Auntie," I lie. "Thank you for asking." Okay," Tasha says, sounding worried. She keeps digging through the refrigerator.

  I continue channel surfing, but every time I find something I like, it reminds me of Adam, Bree, Leo, or Chase. I start to watch The Hunger Games, which is one of my all-time favorites, but it reminds me of Bree. I try to watch Underdog, but it reminds me of Leo. I attempt to watch Wonder Pets, a children's TV show, but it reminds me of Adam because it is one of his favorites. I try watching The Princess Diaries, but it reminds me of Chase and how he used to call me Princess. As an absolute last resort, I try to watch How The Universe Works, but being that it is a science show, it also reminds me of Chase. I turn the TV off, groan, and bury my face in my pillow.

  "Lyrica, I know you're not okay, baby," Auntie Tasha says. I hear footsteps and I know that she is walking over to me. She sits next to me on the couch and rubs my back. "What's happened to this family, Auntie Tasha," I ask with my face in my pillow. "I don't know," she replies. "But I know what will make you feel better." "What," I ask. "Ice cream," she replies, happily. I groan, remembering that I've eaten nothing but ice cream for the last few days, "Thanks but no thanks, Auntie Tasha. I think I'm good." That is basically my life for awhile. What can I say? My life is lifeless.