You and Tyrone were inseparable, you always did everything together. Ever since you guys were eight, you guys were best friends. That was until eighth grade.

Eighth grade was when everything changed. He started making new friends, slowly distancing himself. Seeking validation from the so called "popular" kids.

As with you, you didn't want to go down that route. Not like that anyways.

It sucked, really. You were left with basically no one. Only having your one other friend, Vivian.

Though it wasn't always like that, soon you became one of the most popular girls in the school. You were adored for your looks and personality. Everyone was clawing at the chance to be friends with you.

The sun was way past down, the stars scattered in the sky. It was a quiet evening, walking down the street with Vivian and your new friend Rachel.

You take a turn, and another. And you almost make it without some highschool boy calling out your name by the skatepark.

You stop in your tracks once hearing your name, looking back to see Tyrone and his group of friends. Max, Jacklyn, Amber, Xavier and Oliver. Great, you think.