HER..

They all called her, Maxine Cahill, I simply knew her as max. She and I where best friends for years, she was strong, independen. I on the other hand, was not, some say I have been obsessed with max way before she whent missing, I often think to myself “was I?” But now she’s gone, and I have to find her. I know..it had to be that girl. The one she was with before she disappeared..it should have been me, holding her, telling her it would be okay, but no. It was her girlfriend, Megan Stanford. Oh how I hate her, the precious little girl, who’s whole life was about daddy’s money. Max was never ment for a girl like her, she needed one like me, who wants what’s best for her, and only her, who knows the real her. I will find, max, and I will have her..forever.

So maybe I have been “obsessing” over her disappearance, for years now, she’s been missing for three years now, since the third week of our senior year. We had just got into a fight, about how I didn’t like the way Megan spoke to me, it was all “get over it, Kara, she didn’t mean it like that.”. That was the last conversation we ever had.