Her name was Rachel. She was a fourteen year-old girl and live in Columbus, Ohio. Well, actually, her parents lived in Columbus, she was at bording school in Swizterland.

Her parents didn’t exaclty spend time with her. I guess they shipped her off to Switzerland so they could spend time together. She told me one day that she wasn’t planned, if you know what I mean. He parents got drunk at this party, and well, it’s pretty obvious what happened later.

She was alone most of the time. Until one day I noticed she looked extremely sad and talked to her for a while. We’ve been friends ever since. She told me that she saw her parents every two years and got an email or letter every three months. I felt really bad for her. She obviously had a rough life. Even though my parents are divorced, I couldn’t imagine going through what she has.