Dear Friend,
"Hi! You're Abby right? The new girl?" Riley Blouch said, the most popular, socially liked, why-the-hell-would-she-ever-talk-to-me person of the school.
"I haven't been "new" for like, four months, but yeah, thats me." I replied, plastering on a smile. The butterflies turned into writhering snakes, and I fought the urge to throw up. I needed this, to have a new "friend" that could replace the despair in my heart from losing Zach. And she was here, talking to me. She was talking to Me. I let that sink in, and my heart just rose into my throat. Riley was virtually PERFECT. perfect hair, parfect skin, perfect parents, perfect friends, perfect social stability, and she was talking, willingly, to the class freak. i scanned around for a camera, a group of classmates huddling together, buckled over laughing at my expense, but there was none. only the empty track, where I now spent all of my lunch hours, runnnig away my problems. But today i just sat, not feeling the energy to even sprint a lap. Riley sat down next to me, brushing her silky hair behind her ears. I put my own tangled fluffy mess behind my ears, as an attempt to look like I cared. but who was i kidding? I hadnt brushed my hair or teeth in days, and as for showering! Whew, i probably smelled like a sewer rat, and looked the same way. But who did I have to impress? Zach was gone, he avoided me like the plague, and bullies don't care what happens to you, as long as they have someone to torment.
Riley sighed, her breath a misty white cloud floating around her head like a halo. She looked at me with those big blue eyes, and smiled, almost reluctantly, it seemed like.
"Would-would you want to come over to my house afterschool today?" she said.
