Being friends with Desiree is probably the easiest thing I've ever done. I'm not the only one who thinks that. Try talking to her yourself. Look at those girls and boys practically licking her boots, each one thinking they're her compadres. Despite traces of Caucasian-blood on her face, she was the portrait of a perfect stereotypical Asian girl. I told you people think she's timid, but let me tell you: she has her way with people.
You see, the thing with me is that I, too, am used to the spotlight. I instantly recognized that we're two of a kind the moment she started talking. Only, my popularity is due to a whole different reason. I'm more of a brash person, and that is uncommon in a society like ours. People don't become my minions; they think I'm a rare asset. Yet, how far can a rarity be accepted? There is always some distance. Desiree's different. She's got arms wide open, inviting me to a friendship I hadn't dare to trust before I met her. As each other's first friends at college, there were days when we were inseparable. We're the A-lister among freshmen. I thought we made a great team.
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