A/N: Okay, so, here's the deal. I've left this story along for far, far, far, far, far too long. So I'm rewriting it. All of it. And the reason I'm posting it as 'In My Shoes: The Rewrite' is because I'm reworking the plot and storyline that I had laid out so far. I'm leaving the old version up because that's basically a completely different story that I might want to revisit and rewrite at some later point.

In My Shoes is NOT the official title of this story, it's just temporary until I think of a better one, one that ties into whatever the story is gonna turn into... and to let you guys know I'm BACK in this fandom, and I'm sorry I left you all hanging on this story so freaking long. Time got away from me, in a major way.

Prologue

After the Farewell Dance, Heather was ten times worse, but it barely mattered, because it was summer, and I rarely saw her outside of the practices for the summer softball league. We, of course, ended up on the same team. And whenever she saw me, sure, she still made the same biting little insults, still glared daggers in my general direction, just being typical, charming Heather. Grams says she's just jealous. I say she's just psycho. But like I said, it's summer, and I'm free. After the camping trip, things settled down, and I was getting used to a nice, calm, relaxing do-nothing summer. I shouldn't known things wouldn't stay that way for long.