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Juno lay wide awake in bed, wishing for the early morning to fade black to night. She needed as much time to think as possible. She turned on her side, burying her face in the pillow. She wasn't at all ready to wake up, let alone to confront her mother.
She lay back again and let out a sigh. I shouldn't worry too much, she reminded herself, trying to take away from her mixed feelings. It'll show if I look this depressed in front of people.

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Sitting at a coffee table in her cozy slippers across from her mother, Juno felt everything but cozy. She felt strapped to the seat unable to move, even though she had brought her mother here to talk herself. She bit her lip.
Her mother blinked. Her chestnut-brown hair was let loose and messy, and Juno felt it quite distracting from what she was going to (probably) tell - not that the sixteen-year-old didn't want to be distracted. This news could be taken in two ways: acceptance, or... Madness.
Juno thought of Ty. What would he think if it wasn't "acceptance?" Would he be upset, or could they just go on as normal boyfriend and girlfriend?
Her mother smiled and reached for her hand, rubbing it softly. Juno shivered. The makeshift massage was comforting, and she wanted to give in. She had to at some point.
"Mom," she said softly, but her voice slightly choked, "Ty proposed."
She hadn't even spoken the upsetting part.
And there was nothing that was going to make her.

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Aster dove into the icy water, feeling it slowly surround her. She could breathe, and see every inch of the ocean below her - a few cracked shells on the bottom, and some plants. She smiled. Then, suddenly, someone put a warm hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to see the face of - who else? - her family. Her imaginary mother, father, and imaginary twin. Her twin had her hand on Aster's shoulder, but before she could feel her imaginary sister's hand... Her eyes opened.
Aster sat up and rubbed her eyes. Just another vivid dream. Like last night, and the night before - the same dream, over and over again. She lay back again, longing to go back to the watery depths.
She stared up at the pale morning sky; the seagulls called in the air. She had to squint to not stare straight into the sunlight. Some motion sickness reminded Aster that she was on a boat.
"Hey there, princess." A boy her age - fifteen, sixteen - knelt beside her. "It's morning. Your shift to take care of Maisie."
Aster groaned and turned over. "Go away, Haden..." There was no possible way that it was her turn with spoiled, I-get-whatever-I-want Maisie Daly. She was Haden's four-year-old sister, and a pain. "I don't remember signing up to babysit," Aster added in a mumble.
"You didn't sign up at all," Haden reminded her, tugging on her shoulder. "I don't know if you realized, but your dad works on the boat with mine."
"It's harder than it looks to even stay awake here," Aster said, turning over to stare up into his face. "You wouldn't know, because you've been stuck here your entire life!"
Haden paled. "Have not," he said, and pulled the covers away from Aster. "You'd better get used to it. You're staying with us until we stop in New York."
Aster pulled the covers back, over her head.
How much worse could this get?

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