We made our own beat that day; the song wasn’t up beat, or super slow. It’s more a song of…reflection…or…hope? That song just seemed to be following me lately…

I pushed the song out of my head.

I don’t know what it was about Ella. She was just…special. She was the kind of girl that you never got bored of. There was just something about her eccentric clothing and her strong opinions that she often took way too far. She was fun, random and happy…being around her was pure bliss.

I missed that girl…my Ella

Now she looked at me with pity in her eyes, not hate, not pain, pity. I didn’t want her pity…

She was Ben’s girl now. Somehow she managed to keep away from the labels that all the people seemed to get at High School, she was just…Ella, crazy, happy, Ella.

Ben had changed her…