Chapter Thirteen
Since Phoebe was only six, she forgot. She forgot about Abbey, she forgot about Frankie, she forgot about Clawdeen, she even forgot about Marlee, eventually. But, no matter how old she was, she never forgot about Phillip.
Phoebe grew up. She moved out, went to college. She had decided to become an actress, and she wanted to preform on Broadway. Her college had stopped offering musical theatre classes, so she had to transfer. Phoebe was a bit nervous. New people, new teachers, new routines, new songs, all new.
She thought it couldn't be as bad as high school.
She walked into her first class on her first day with a confident smile, set down her ballet bag, and began stretching. But when a boy with shaggy blonde hair walked in, she couldn't help but stare.