So, I noticed a lot of my friends were doing this, and I felt like I should too.. and I just added a couple ''new'' stuff just because I felt like it. :3 I'm kinda weird like that xD So anyway, I also wrote one of these a LONG time ago, but hey, who cares? This is me.. updated.

Name: Emma Rose (Rose is my middle name, I'm not saying my last name)

Hair color: Red, (like Weasley red) with yellow highlights (For Gryffindor :D)

Nickname: Em - M&M - Forge - Emmy

Siblings: Hugo, Kami, and Cindy (not necessarily in that order)

Hobbies: Reading, writing, dancing<3, listening to music

Favorite color: Green :3

Favorite food: Hmm, maybe.. steak. *-* xD

Favorite school subject: Math & Science

Best friend(s) in real life: Lily

Afraid of: Lots of things, mostly fandoms crumbling.

Alice's POV

It took a while for anybody to say anything. Alice finally spoke up first, because the silence was creepy.

''So, you're basically saying, that you did this all for publicity?''

''Yeah, I guess.. I mean I didn't know it would end up like this, guys! I thought it would be fun, I thought it would be a good experience-''

''A GOOD EXPERIENCE?'' Hailey was yelling.

''YOU CALL THIS A GOOD EXPERIENCE?!''

''Hailey, come on, it's not like this is gonna ruin our lives-''

''It ruined mine!''

''Come on, H, it couldn't have ruined your life. It's just a band!''

''JUST A BAND? You were always talking about how much of an 'impact' they had on us and now you're saying they're JUST A BAND?''

Blake was sobbing quietly.

''Come on Hailey, I said I was sorry-''

''I don't care. You've ruined my life.''

Blake's POV

She was going to tell her friends today, she just had to. The secret was making her more and more on edge, and she didn't like being on edge. She needed to just let it out. All of it. She didn't care if her friends hated her anymore. If they were true friends, they would be okay with it and did it because they asked her to, and it really wasn't Blake's fault that she lied, it was theirs.
Or was it? The lady on the phone did say that she didn't have to do this, it was purely up to her. But for some reason, Blake wanted to do it. She thought it would be a good experience.

Now she wasn't so sure. But it didn't matter now, she was meeting her friends at an old warehouse that nobody used anymore, and they were going to talk things out, face to face.
When she left, she was either going to have friends, or not.

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A Half-Hour Later, at the Warehouse