Hannah and I have been together as long as I can remember. We have loads of family pictures of us in costumes, on egg hunts, for birthdays.
We used to hate each other, believe it or not. For whatever reason, we just couldn't stand one another.
It was because we where different.
I loved attention, while Hannah would sit in the corner and glare at everyone.
She loved to draw, whereas I never had the patience for it.
We managed to get over it. I'm not really sure how. It just sorta happened.
Hannah moved to Wyoming 2 years ago. She and I where closer than we had ever been before.
But she was still two hours away.
Then she moved to the town right next to mine. I was so exited for her to be there.
I would introduce her to my friends, have fun at girls camp, and see her at LEAST twice a week.
What Hannah doesn't know is that she is my lifeline to the real world. Without her, I would have been long gone. She keeps me sane.
My other friend Jessie met Hannah, and I was elated when they hit it off.
Things went ok for awhile. Then my envy started to creep in.
