Her name is Krystin. Mine is Tiffaney. She left. I stayed. There isn’t much more to it than that. Well, other than the fact that she’s returned, of course.
Our small circle of friends in our small town are just the start of our problems. We’re too old to steal candy, but too young to wreck cars. We’re all about the age of fourteen. Sure, we may sound young, but in our town, and at our school, being called young at this age is an extreme understatement.
First, there’s Riley. She was always just the other girl. The tag-a-long. She was never of much importance until Krystin left town. She then became what I was to Krystin when she was still around. And I became what Kristyn was – Empress of the town.
Since our town is so small, we have one preschool, elementary school, junior high, and high school. None of them are public schools – all private. But I guess that’s part of the picture-esque image of our town, Violet Stream. Yes, that is the name of our town. But no we’re not crazy – merely spoiled…