I lean against the locker, my black hair falling in front of my brown eyes. I slip my clear frame glasses up over my head to pull my hair out of them. I look different than when you last saw me. My body is ten times more toned than it was before. My style had completely changed from emo to a more refined, classic look, my acne cleared up, my body is now adorned in tattoos, my hair cut has changed, and so on. I glance off to the side to see you, my best friend since 2nd grade striding over towards me. You look like you don’t even know who I am right now. I place my book, Memento Mori by Joanna Ebenstein, back inside my locker next to yours not really bothering to say anything to you yet