Hullo peoples. This is the disclaimer. I didn't come up with this idea myself, inspired2fly let me use this idea from her Story Ideas book. So, yeah. Also, I can't really update this often, I have seven other books on my profile. And one unpublished one. And then two on Google Docs. So.... yeah. Here's the prologue!

    Hi. My name's Ever. Weird, I know. My full name, Ever Luck Haven, is even weirder. But that's not the point. The point is, what started happening six months ago. First, let me give you some ground to base off of. At my school, there are little groups, or gangs, I guess. My little group of friends consist of me, Rowan, Tobias, Kaye Ann, Dean, Chloe, and Conner. Chloe and Conner are twins, Kaye Ann likes Dean, I like Tobias, and Rowan is just cool best friend. Don't tell her I said that. Anyways, six months ago. We were all sitting at the lunch table, when every single phone in the room beeped. That's really loud. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. " Run around the track field twice," I read aloud. " Try to finish in under ten minutes. Run until you have finished it in ten minutes. What did you guys get?"

   " Same as you," Rowan muttered, staring at the disgusting school lunch.

   " Same as you guys," Tobias grinned at me. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks, and I turned away so he wouldn't see. I hadn't realize the feeling at the time. I've never felt it. And I've certainly never acted this way around him like this before.

   " Chloe and I got, ' Do twenty jumping jacks and lunges. Hold flamingo for thirty seconds. Run in place for forty-five seconds.' What's that supposed to mean?" Conner asked, ducking away from Chloe's slap.

   " Doofus, that means to do twenty jumping jacks and lunges, then hold flamingo for thirty seconds, and then run in place for forty-five."

   " Dean and I got use treadmill until I tell you to stop. Treadmills can be found in the gym," Kaye Ann frowned. And then the phones beeped again. Oh yeah, this is required. If you don't do this, bad things will happen. Very bad things.