Dear Friend,
If i thought Riley was perfect, then she was a geek in comparisn to her house. It was so...modern. Down-to-earth, cool. Looking back on it, it was reallyjust like my house, if not smaller. But they way she presented it and acted like her house was what defined her family, then i was hooked. I thought, no, I was convinced, that Riley Blouch, was the most perfect girl in the world. And I was at her house. i couldn't believe it. Her Mom was a very chill person, offering us ice cream and movies, but Riley just waved her off, and took me to her room. Painted a sunshine yellow, with a suspended bed and T.V. her room was by far the most envy worthy room in the house. She had toys and dolls that laced her shelves, and nail polsih that littered the floor. She plopped down onto a beanbag, and faced me.
"So Abby...Have you ever had sex?" she asked me, with a mischevious smile. i turned around to leave, but she stood up with surprising speed, and shut and locked the door.
