This is my first time writing a story here. It is true, although it may sound awkward as I am unaccustomed to writing on Reddit. Sorry for the length!
My best friend in middle school was an absolutely gorgeous petite Russian girl. I’ll call her Violet. She was pale, with shimmering blue eyes and a soft round face. Her skin was fair and cool to the touch. We were both lonely middle school girls, I would often see Violet having lunch alone. I was not very different, I sat at a full lunch table, but I couldn’t call anyone there a close friend. I was just as lonely as she was eating at a full table of other girls. The day I left my table for hers was one of the greatest decisions I ever made. Violet was kind, funny, beautiful, and she loved all the same things I did.