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Chapter Two: Jordyn

Jordyn and I had been friends since my first day of grade six, when I had first moved here. We got paired up to share a locker. I never thought our friendship would escalate in the way it did, but boy I was wrong.

     She'd been with me through it all, ended friendships, family members passing away, boy problems, she knew everything about me, the good and the bad, and she never judged me, even though she had every right to. She knew how upset I was when I first moved away from New York and she was so proud of me when I first called Tennessee my home, which wasn't until three years after I moved.

     She was nice to everyone, even the people who didn't deserve it. It amazed me how easily she got along with everyone. You see, I'm not very good at making friends, my "resting bitch face" didn't really make people want to approach me willingly, or at all. That's one of the many reasons I was thankful to have Jordyn in my life. She convinced a lot of people that I wasn't as cranky as I looked. If I'm being completely honest, I don't think I would have any friends if I didn't have her.

     Not only was she the most genuine and trustworthy person in the world, she also had devastating good looks. Her wavy, chocolate-brown hair just below her chest, it matched almost perfectly with her brown eyes, the only difference was her eyes had tiny flakes of gold in them, which made them sparkle in any kind of light. You could always tell how she felt just by looking into them. She had the softest skin in looks and touch, I envied her for it, I never had good skin, because of that I have acne scars everywhere, nothing I can't cover with makeup, but I refused to go anywhere if they weren't completely hidden. She had the highest cheek bones, and a pearly white smile, with one crooked tooth that somehow made her look prettier. Her face was just the half of it, she had the body of a god, I would have killed to have one half as nice as hers. She wasn't too skinny, but she was nowhere near overweight. She fit perfectly in between, with an ass out of this world, boys loved it. She was so naturally pretty, no makeup required. You didn't see beauty like hers very often, it was unique and god did I feel ugly standing next to her. Yes, I was the ugly friend... In my opinion, anyway. Jordyn had to be the most insecure person I had ever met, but to me, she had no reason to be, she was perfect in my eyes, and everyone else's, and it killed me to see her cry every time she looked in the mirror, because she was "ugly" or because she was "fat."

     I don't like to think about what my life would be like if I didn't have her around. I wouldn't have anyone to tell my secrets to, or anyone to vent to when a boy hurts me. I would honestly still be the mess I was when I first moved.