She was perfect in every way. She was smart and funny and beautiful. But she was also very shy and rarely ever spoke to people. Unlike me who was very outgoing but wasn’t intelligent, has messed up humor, and wasn’t at all attractive. She hung around in the back while I jumped into the middle of the chaos. She was kind while I was considered evil. She was very innocent and sweet and I was dirty minded and violent.

After years of being friends I realized she was nothing like when I first met her. Maybe I corrupted her or maybe I just know her better now. She can be vicious, threatens and scares people for fun, and drags me around to create trouble with her. She tells jokes about death and religion. Everyone still thinks she’s sweet and innocent and then it’s my job to tell them she could literally kill them with her pinky. I’d do anything for her though, beat someone up, help her hide a body, kill someone, even sell my soul for her happiness.