Hi. I'm Alexia. I'm looking at a picture on my dresser, crying. It's a picture of
me and my best friend, Novannah. It hurts too much to talk about it
now. My Mom comes in and says, " Listen. These things happen". I
nod. I go to bed.
The next day I'm at school, looking at the empty desk beside me.
I don't remember much of school. I was staring into space, thinking about all
the good times me and Novannah had together. I want to run away.