Her

Last Year...

I was walking down the hall, clutching my book, then I see Jazmine Carter. She's around 5ft and about 2 inches. She has bright, sparkly, glazing green eyes, a small perch nose, and soft, medium sized, rose gold lips. She had white skin, and freckles, on her soft cheeks, and arms. She had light brownish gray hair. But of course that's not what I thought of her when we first met, I thought she would be a nice friend not a... Ok well let's keep going, she always wore old vintage like clothing, very pastel. I wore grunge vintage, that's how we met actually..

"Hey, Rylee Mitchell , right?" She asked with a smile.

"Yeah." I replied.

"You have a great taste in style, we should have a sleepover, and maybe go shopping together, wanna be friends?" She questioned, with her bright, cheery, warming smile.

"Yeah, sure." I was acting calm, but inside I was flipping out, I FINALLY had a friend.

"Ok, well, how about my house this weekend?" She asked.

"Sounds great!" I exclaimed.

"See you in 2nd!" She hollered while jogging down the hallway.

"See ya!" I yelled back.

"Ugh time for 1st." I mumbled to myself. I hate gym, plus, I have no friends, everyone trips me and hits me with the ball. But I get through, because next I get to go to art. I love art SOOOOO much. The teacher is amazing, plus art has always been one of my main passions. I've been drawing ever since I can remember. Before my mom cracked out, she had always loved drawing with me. We would take a whole weekend and just draw. I really miss her. But, back to the story....