“Come on, it’s awesome I promise you!” she was tugging you by your shirt, dragging you through the fields. Whenever you got to the top of the hill, it was an open field with flowers scattered across randomly, but not that much. It looked amazing basking in the pink sun-set. “Isn’t it amazing? Away from everybody else. Where I can be me.” Her name is Ava. People think she’s weird, but she doesn’t really care. She’s your best friend, forever and always.