She never had any one true friend even at 12. She was fat & ugly without a doubt. When she got to 13, she said some things she didn’t know about. She thinks it will make her old friends come about. Thinking she was so cool then that she didn’t need her new friends. Her new friends got irritated with her behavior. They isolated her for her actions. She felt guilty but she did not say. For she have gone astray. But then…

She was given a new toy. A toy that was very shiny, she was filled with joy. She polished it everyday, now & then. She polished the toy all the time. When she was 14, she forgot about her toy. She left it in the lurch, for nature to destroy. She reasoned out with her actions, she then realized her toy was missing. She searched for the toy but it was broken. She tried to fix it, to glue it and sew it. But, it was too late then. Her toy had left to make new friends. She realized she has been treating it as a toy. For it was not a toy, it was a girl, who could have been her best friend. Her best friend for all.