When I was seven I was... not normal. I had always had a strong belief that the things that I had been told were fake were real. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Dragons.

And because Of what I believed I was made fun of. A lot. I was called Vamp chick. Weird kid. Were-freak. There was only ever one person who got me. Her name was Eliza. Me and her were like two peas in a pod. Where ever I was she was most likely there too.

Then I had to move and I moved away from her. At first we would call each other. Then Our studies would get in our way. Then we pretty much just forgot about each other.

And I do still miss her. She was my rock. I haven't replaced her but every now and then I wonder if she has replaced me. I know that she probably has. 

I'm in tenth grade now and I still think about her every now and again... She is a really hard person to forget. Me and her used to watch Shirley Temple movies together and giggle about boys. We used to go into her basement and hang out.

I know that I should forget her but its really hard. Have you ever had somebody that you couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you try? They are just there. They never leave.

Of course it might be there to cheer you up. But then again it could just drag you down.

I guess what I'm saying is don't live in the past...