Allie's POV
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When I lived in New York, I only had one friend. Her name was Michelle. She was always there for me, and she was my first real friend.
I was so confused. I had walked into the classroom, and seen Michelle! She was sitting there, talking to the girl next to her.
But that wasn't possible. A couple days after I moved, Michelle had gotten her drivers license. Her mom then called me and told me that Michelle had gotten into a car accident and died.
"Come on Allie, pull it together." I whispered to myself.
I walked back to my classroom. I knew that she would be there, waiting for me. She was a ghost of the life I had.
I stood in the doorway for a bit, staring at her. I took a deep breath and walked over to her.
"Excuse me, but is your name Michelle?"
"No, it's Eliza." she said back.
"Oh sorry."
"Yah, are you new?"
"Yes!"
Maybe she would become like Michelle. Kind and funny and awesome.
"Awesome! I just wanted to tell you that you look absolutely beautiful today!"
I could practically see the sarcasm dripping from her words. Apparently she and I were not off on friendly terms.
"Thanks."
I slowly walked to my seat, contemplating why such a pretty girl, could be so rude! I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, there were plenty of gorgeous jerks in the world.
