• I suppose I never really thought about her, because thinking about her would make me acknowledge her existence. I'm not trying to be rude when I say that, but acknowledging that would mean I would have realize she's gone. The only reason I am writing this now is because I woke up in the middle of the night wondering if we were ever meant to be friends. We two, who were once as one and are now polar-opposites, surely can never be friends, right?
    Tori was, and will be forever in my heart my first and only real friend. Her only flaw: The world got to her before I could. Tori and me met, as all real friends do, through someone else. She was loud and irritating, not the type of person I would want to be friends with, but when your mind tells you to do something your natural response is to do the opposite. We became friends right away. Shy liking soon turning into blossoming friendship. Years went by this way, but as everyone knows good things never last. In the year 2008 I moved away.
    It was hard at first, a new school. This cliché sentence, holds an even more cliché meaning. Which was exactly what that year was, cliché. No friends, no happiness, no truths, no lies. Nothing. It taught me a lot. Made me stronger and more intelligent. While, Tori, got weaker and less intelligent. Her weakness and lust for popularity made her susceptible to bullying and peer pressure. Making her weaker still. As I am writing this, I am sure you are aware the only route available for her now is disaster.
    Middle school ended. The short spark of what was left of our childhood, is burned out. High school starts. It seems as if my life is ending. Tori, as a route out of her foolishness, becomes a drug-addict. When I find out about this, I am not surprised. That in itself surprises me. The fact that Tori had thrown her life down the drain and I could have stopped it, had I tried, does not surprise me? What is wrong with me? I start to blame myself for this. Why hadn't I been a better friend? Is it too late for her?
    Can I stop it? Surely Tori's other friends care about her? Does she even have other friends?
    These questions begin to haunt me. Tori gets progressively worse. What I have failed to mention is Tori happened to have terrible asthma. She under no circumstances was to smoke, do drugs, or anything of the sort. She was never good at following directions...
    Tori has been on my mind a lot lately. I don't know what is going to happen to her, but I know it won't be good. You're probably thinking: “Why care, she's just an old friend.” My answer to this is: If I don't who will? Tori never really had anyone to care about her. That was always my job. Her parents didn't care for her and were basically drunks to begin with. Her sisters were more concerned about what to wear tomorrow than their stupid sister. When I found out Tori was doing poorly in school due to her severe Dyslexia and her parents refused to get her a tutor, because they didn't believe there was a such thing, I always doing good in stuff like school, offered to tutor her. Tori has always been like a little sister to me and I can't sit back and watch her die.
    She promised me we would grow old together. She might not be able to keep her promise.