Cast:
Ariel Winter as Addilyn Bishop
Michael Trevino as Shane Teller
AnnaSophia Robb as Angelica Sage
Shane Kippel as Jaxon Reed
Madelaine Petsch as Rebecca Moore
Vince Vaughn as Jonathan Bishop
Mila Kunis as Lindsey Bishop
Eric Lloyd as Jacob Bishop
Madison Pettis as Peyton Teller
Justin Prentice as Jared Winston
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Some say that the body is a blank canvas. A beautiful, delicate, unsoiled oasis of tranquility. That is, until you no longer see yourself as beautiful or even delicate for that matter.
My life has always seemed easy. Two loving parents who have been together forever. Two best friends who will literally do anything for me, and a cute little brother who looks up to me.
What people fail to see though, is everything that’s going on between the lines. They fail to see how I really see the world and how I always try to be perfect, though I know I’ll be fighting a never-ending battle.
I create storms, even if the sun is out.
The only two people who really know me, despite the few things I keep under lock and key, are Angelica Sage and Jaxon Reed.
Angelica – or as I like to call her Angie – has been my best friend since we were born. Our parents were all friends in high school, which is weird to think about now. Of course these days, our families don’t really interact much besides for Angie and me. Our fathers worked together in the town’s construction company, The Handy Men, until tragedy struck one Thursday afternoon five years ago. Angelica’s father had an accident and received a very intensive brain injury from a fall. Mr. Sage has been bed-ridden ever since.
My father, Jonathan Bishop, has been an office worker for the company ever since that incident happened. He’s physically unable to go back to work on the sites, as every time he has ever tried, he cannot seem to get Mr. Sage’s fall out of his mind.
I personally think he blames himself for what happened. The multiple bottles of liquor he used to ingest in one day was the tell all. However, he has been sober for a little over three years now and my mother and I are very proud of his progress. It wasn’t easy, by any means, but we managed to pull through as a family. I truly believe we are stronger for it, despite the many ups and downs we had to go through in order to get where we are now.
Jaxon - or as I like to call him Jax - did not appear until freshman year of high school. He was tall, always spiked his hair, and was the social outcast of Dunedin High. Thus, making him a prime candidate for becoming our new best friend.
The three of us instantly clicked so there was no need to force anything. All three of us are perfectly imperfect and different from one another, yet somehow we manage to mesh so well together.
We became the three outsider’s and no matter where one of us might be, the other two are not far behind.
We have finally reached our junior year of high school. It’s not exactly as good as being a senior, though it surely beats the hell out of being a new – nobody cares about you – freshman. I still shudder with terror as I think about those days. Being the underdog isn’t exactly the most exciting thing to endure, but somehow we managed to make it out alive.
I told myself that this year was going to be different; that I was going to own my class with my two best friends right beside me. I told myself that I was going to break free from all of the unwanted doubts that constantly swim around me and I knew that I was going to need a little help to achieve somewhat unrealistic goals.
Little did I know that a certain dark haired newbie was going to change everything.
I’ve never really been much for romance or trying to find ‘the one’, but I must say, seeing his breathtaking brown eyes for the first time, really put a damper on those plans.
I thought things would work out, but that was before I attended the party.
The party that I will never forget; The party that will trigger the storm that becomes my life. The party that manages to single-handedly destroy everything in its wake.
And what will the new guy do to pull me out of the storm that I can’t seem to escape from?
Will he be the breath of fresh air I need to survive between the raindrops?
Or... Will he let me drown all together?
