<p/><br></br><p><b> Book Synopsis </b></p></br></br><p>"Alexandra Hope, come downstairs," Dad called up to me.</p><p>His voice was so serious I felt like throwing up. I snatched my phone, put it in my pocket, and ran downstairs.</p><p>Before I rounded the corner, I overheard Mom and Dad talking.</p><p>"Are you sure we should tell her?" Mom asked.</p><p>"Yes, Layla. She's thirteen. She needs to know, especially since they're coming soon," Dad replied.</p><p>Huh? Are they talking about me? Who needs to know what? Who is coming? I thought.</p><p>I walked into the kitchen. Mom and Dad were sitting at the table. The last time there was one of these talks, it was when I had done something wrong. I gulped. I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? I sat down at the table, took my phone out of my pocket, and put it on my lap under the table. I figured I could try the recording app out. Of course, I would listen to the recording, then delete it. The talk probably wouldn't be worth remembering anyway.</p><p>I was so wrong.</p>
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