Nod Note: I'm so sorry I disappeared for so many months! I just got so busy and then I just wasn't in the mood to write. I've gotten back into the mode now, though! Hope you enjoy. :)

I wake up to Sanjita screeching at me through my door.

"Rashmiiiii! Wake up! I need to talk to you!"

I glance at the clock and see it's 6 AM. Trust my baby sister to be the early bird in the family. I, however, am so not in the mood.

"Sanju, shut up. You're going to wake up Isis. And anyway, I don't feel like talking to you right now—I'm on four hours of sleep." I throw one of my pillows toward the door.

I can hear her kicking the wall. Has she really not grown out of that habit? She's fourteen!

"You're such a bitch! I can't believe you care more about your stupid rabbit than your younger sister!"

"Sanjita, we're not talking about this right now. Go back to your own dorm."

I worry about my little sister a lot, but she has always been someone who does what she wants—she's like me in that respect. Advice is mostly useless when it comes to her. My little brother, on the other hand, well, he's a bit more vulnerable. If he'd been the one to come knock on my door at 6 in the morning, I would have answered. But Sanjita? No way in hell.

So when she tries to slam her foot into the door again, I pull out my iPod and scroll to one of my favorite Schuyler Fisk songs to drown out her voice, and slowly drift back to sleep. Next thing I know, it's 8:30—time for breakfast.

My phone starts buzzing just as I finish brushing my teeth. It's Josh's daily "Good Morning" text with a picture of a weird doodle he's drawn, which never fails to make me laugh. It's just one of our things, and usually I find it reassuring, but not even his text can keep me from remembering that this year is going to be weird. Ellie's not here anymore, and I don't know what that means for me.

Josh is great, he really is. He's caring and affectionate and a great kisser, but he's not my best friend. I'm not his best friend either—that spot goes to St. Clair. I try not to think about the fact that at the end of the year, he's going to go through what I'm going through now, except with three people instead of just one, and I don't know what that's going to mean for us.

But that's not something I want to think about right now, so I focus on finding Meredith in the cafeteria as I head down the stairs. She was acting kind of weird last night, talking about some new girl next door who doesn't speak French and who's afraid to leave her room.

I don't know about Mer, but I don't understand why anyone would come to study in France who doesn't at least know a little bit of French, but maybe that's just me. There are a lot of people here who were only sent because their parents want to be able to say their child goes to school abroad. That's what Senator Wasserstein wants for Josh. He's always been more concerned about appearances than how well his son is actually doing in school.

By the time I spot Mer and Josh waving at me from the table, I'm already beginning to feel annoyed. Honestly, I don't think I'm really in the mood to meet this new girl.