I'm Mallory Collins. I have never been good enough, pretty enough, or skinny enough. Having my friends leave me for the older girls just made my life that much better. After finally meeting a decent friend, they decide to target her as well. Why do people have to be so mean? I am so sick of not sticking up for myself...
I knew that I was never in love with her. It was her eyes, her smile and her laugh, her beauty, her intelligence, her grace, her love. I knew I was going to loose her one day, the thought constantly sat at the back of my mind. I knew, because there was no such thing as perfect love. No such thing. How could it happen...