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was never without pink somewhere on her body. I, on the other hand, was not a pink person.
    “Hey, Ms. Night-Of-The-Living-Dead. You stay out drinking and partying all night or what?” she asked, as if she didn’t already know I barely left the house.
    “No, I just didn’t sleep well. And it’s nice to see your smiling face today too, Adley,” I replied dryly.
    “Well you could have at least tried to cover that luggage you’re carrying under your beautiful, blue eyes and added some color to your wardrobe choice.” She cleverly added an innocent smile to her insult.
    “Why does it matter? I’m going to school to help check off the days until I can leave this place, not to impress anyone. I’m sorry I don’t share your love of pink.”
    “At least my wardrobe includes more than varying shades of black. Plus, don’t tell me you aren’t planning to rub your hot self in Dean’s face today and make him see what he’s been missing?” I gave her my best ‘you better back off’ glare, but she just laughed. “I live with a woman that knows more about your business than you do. So trust me, I know all about you and Dean, even if you’re never willing to share it with me.” She placed her hand over her heart and pushed her mouth out into her best pout.
    I rolled my eyes at her. “Why would I see Dean today? And even if I did, there’s no history between us. Our history was erased four years ago and there will be no future for you to worry your nosy ass with,” I snapped at my one and only friend.
    She turned her head to try and hide her face as her smile widened. “Oh, I understand. But you know, Dean’s going to be at our school for the rest of the school year doing something for college.”
    “Excuse me, what?” I thought I felt my throat closing. Why me? I didn’t understand why I was being tortured. I didn’t know if I could face him every single day…I couldn’t see his face every day.
    “Sweetie, what little color you did have has completely drained from your face, so don’t try to fool me by saying there’s nothing between the two of you. Actions speak louder than words and I’m not blind.”
    “Whatever. I don’t care where he is or what he’s doing. I’m only focused on…”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know. Better things to worry about. I hear the same sob story every time I mention any boy’s name to you. So please, save it.” She held her hand up, cutting off our conversation.
    I nodded my head as we pulled into the school’s parking lot and went our separate ways. Before she was even out of sight, she hollered my name and ran toward me.
    “Sorry sweetie, you know I love you. I just wish you’d let other people see how great you are instead of hiding all the time.” She reached out and wrapped her puffy, hot pink clad arms around me, but I didn’t return the hug. I just nodded and walked away as fast as my legs would carry me.
     

     
    My class schedule was actually perfect this semester. My first hour homeroom was AP - Advanced Placement - English with the nicest teacher in the entire school. I’d had Mrs. Straub for English every year since the eighth grade. She was nice to all the students and allowed me do my work without forcing me to be involved.
    For the next three class periods I had the same science teacher, Mr. Roberts. He taught my AP Science class as well as the following hour of AP Science Lab, and I was assigned to be his teacher’s assistance for fourth hour.
    Science and photography were my favorite subjects because they came easy to me. Mr. Roberts was a great teacher that made science almost as fun as photography, but photography was my true passion. My photos always came out looking grainy and rough, but that was how I viewed the world and that’s what my photography was - a peek through my camera at the way I viewed the world.
    My three afternoon classes would be completely focused on my photography. I had journalism, where I mostly took pictures of school