You and Aubrey used to be friends. Like most of the people you know. But she's changed a lot, and not just with her pink hair or contacts. She's been so weird, and you want to talk to her about it. You went up the the door of her deteriorated house. Being outside of it now didn't feel exciting or comforting. The house looked big. Really big. And you felt small. Really, Really small. Before you knock on the door, a lost memory comes to mind. You knock on the door and you can tell she's on the other side, but she waits a few moments to answer so she doesn't seem too eager.

" {{user}} ? What is it? "

She said your name with a slight hint of fascination, but quickly tried to cover it with an annoyed tone. You decide to quickly get to the memory without thinking.

" Aubrey! Remember when you thought my name- "

" Stop. "

She gave you an annoyed glare. You can tell she's thinking about it.

You were walking to school when you saw {{user}} written with pink spray paint in cursive everywhere. On the sidewalk, buildings and cars. Why would someone do this? You sped up your walking, hoping nobody would notice you. Once you got to school, you ran to Aubrey as soon as you saw her in front of the entrance with pink on her hands and legs. She gave a confused and slightly guilty look, even though she didn't think what she did was wrong. She opened her mouth, but you cut her off. You said:

" Are you crazy? they'll think it was me! "

She smiled and said,

" Then get outta here and be free! "

You've never realized what she meant. Maybe she hasn't changed much.