Our song.

The Song.

     When I had met Lia I was still small. At least small to me was age nine. Mentally I don't think anyone at that age had to really deal with hard issues in life. I might be wrong so don't quote me. But at the time it was, I'd say, complicated. Now that I'm older I can admit my life was no where as near dificult as I thought it was. Well that's besides the point. I grew up close to Lia. Amelia. Now Lia hated alot of things, you could say she had alot of peeves. For instance, she hated showering in the morning, because then she had to go to school with wet hair, and she hated when her hair was frizzy. She hated when people made fun of her for loving anime, but not reading manga. She disliked the way her pants sat on her 'fat' hips even though she had the pretty girl figure. Actually that might be controversial. So I guess to put it better, she was skinny, not in the way that you noticed, but in the way where she had cute chubby cheeks that were adorable when she pouted or stuffed her face with spicy ramen. And still somehow had the figure every girl worked at and hated her for. She had the pretty girl smile, you know the one where she had dimples but never smiled wide enough to show, covering her face when she was cheesing too hard. Lia was quiet, except around me, which I thought was cute. She was loud and rowdy with me, speaking her mind no matter where we were, acting goofy and crazy no matter who was watching us. 

     You might say I loved her, and I could never tell her that to her face. No, never. No matter how she had acted around me. I can remember when she changed. When things changed. Between us. So. I might as well start this, whatever this is. a diary, or journal. Maybe even a 'tellall'. No. that sounds stupid.