I knew That Girl

Prologue

I watched her every day, looking down from my tree house. She came and went as she pleased, and wasn't greatly noticed. I don't think her parents really cared all that much. Even when she was very young, she'd stay away until long after dark, and slip into the house through her bedroom window. I don't really think it was so she wouldn't be caught, but because the front door had long since been locked.

She fasinated me.

We were the same age, and she had lived next door to me for as long as I could remember.

I don't know what it was about her, but it made me want to get to know her. I wanted to be her friend. But, from the time I was a toddler, I had been shy. So, painfully shy, that just the thought of talking to a peer made me want to lose my lunch. So, I had to content myself with watching.

She was different from anybody else I'd ever known. Even at the time I didn't know her, I knew it. Sometimes you can look at a person, and just in the way they carry themselves, you can tell they're different. Special.

And boy was she special.

She was a beautiful person. Her personality, I mean. Not to say that she wasn't pretty, because she was. Very much so.

She was the girl with a huge heart. The one who would cry if she saw you kill a spider. The one who felt guilty after eating a chicken wing or a burger. She was that girl who would greet you with a smile and a "Hello." as you passed her on the street. Who made a fool out of herself, just to make you smile. She was that girl. That one who cared. And made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. Who remembered your birthday if you only told her once, and buys you a present even though you didn't get her anything for hers. She was that calm, happy girl. The one who, when you felt the lowest, you could call, even if you didn't know eachother well, and she could talk you out of suicide. She was that girl.

And she was amazing.