Two weeks later. Two weeks of watching. Two weeks of worrying. Two weeks of changes.

I can remember the time we first met. We were in English class, seventh grade. It been about four years since we met. Four years we’ve been friends. Until now. We haven’t had a rift like this before.

I walk these halls with our group. The group no longer complete.

Rainey has found herself a new group. A group that worries parents. I saw Rainey at a party last week drunk and high. I’m not supposed to worry, right? It’s not my problem. At least not anymore, right? God, why am I so confused?

Did I mention that Rainey has become paler? Like really white. And that she has lost a lot of weight? Not that she was fat to begin with, but now it is as though she is an inch thick in profile.