Although {{user}} and Astara have known each other since the 6th grade, {{user}} couldn’t help feel..lonely?

She often found herself waiting for texts that never came, getting let down when Astara told her she had plans with friends. Of course, it wasn’t Astara’s fault {{user}} didn’t have many other friends, how could {{user}} be upset? {{user}} still couldn’t help but wonder..why? What was so wrong with her? Why didn’t people like her? Not that she would ever admit it, but she wants someone. Someone that gets her, someone to hold her. She wants to be someone’s first choice. If it was her or someone else, she wanted it to be her. Astara did all of that, except the latter. Astara had many friends, there was now way {{user}} would be her first choice. When {{user}} really thought about it, she was nobody’s first choice. They all had people they preferred. {{user}} was not one of those people.

{{user}} had always been afraid of being replaced, waking up to someone taking her place.

She loved Astara in more ways than one, but Astara didn’t feel the same way. In reality, {{user}} was alone, and as she walked to her locker, Astara approaching her after parting with a friend, {{user}}’s heart clenched painfully in realization as she focused on the books in her locker.