I don't blame her for not talking. Partly because in light of what happened, i'm just too tired to care anymore, and partly because she never talked much in the first place. I mean she talked but not to me. I never used to care but I was stupid enough to tell her my problems and expect for her to be there for me. Big mistake. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death - she is one of my best friends - but I also can't stand her. She has the normal, Signal Mountain life; a nice family, goes to church every Sunday, a nice car for her 16th birthday, a football player for a bf, a lot of friends, and she's beautiful. I used to be insanely jealous of her and I guess that kind of contributed to the anger I have towards her but eventually that gave away to just plain not caring.
Before I came back I thought me and her would be the closest of friends but once school started, I was on my own. She wasn't in any of my classes or lunches. And I rarely got to see her in between classes. I was the awkward new kid surrounded by people who have known each other their whole lives. That would have been my too greeting my friends around every corner, but my parents divorced and I was sent with my mom to a boarding school on the other side of the country. I begged and begged and begged my mother to let me stay with my dad for high school and after three long, hard years she finally said yes. Well, she said fine and a bunch of other pretty mean things but a yes is a yes, and I was on my way to Signal Mountain, Tennessee.