Dear Universe,

Thanks for not being so bad today.

It was becoming a habit of mine to write to no one. To the universe or the sun or to myself.

I'm heading over to Kay's in five minutes. Mom said I have to 'clean my room first.' That means push everything under the bed for three days until she notices.

"Keira, is your room clean?" My mom called.

"Almost!"

Got to go.

-Your friend, Keira

I ran down the staircase.

"Bye mom!"

I dashed out the door and ran next door. Before I could even knock it swung open.

"Hey Kay."

"Sup, Keira?"

"Not much." We went into her house.

We ran into her bedroom.

I should say something about Kay. She loves to read.

By that, I mean she has at least a hundred books on her shelf. And then there are the piles on her floor. And the library books.

And they aren't organized either, she just knows where they are.

I flopped onto her bed, and ended up lying down on a book. I put it on the floor.

"So…" I said.

"Devin should be here soon." She said.

Like magic, the doorbell chose that second to ring.

"I've got it!" Kay yelled to her mom and we ran down the hallway.

She threw the door open. "Sup Devin?"

"Hey Kay. Hi Keira."

"Hey." I said.

Devin was pretty. Like insanely pretty.

"So, how was camp, Keira?"

"Fine," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sure." Devin joked.

We smiled and laughed, but I felt a barrier between us. I doubt Kay or Devin noticed, but it hadn't been the same since I found out.

That night, I found myself writing again.

Dear Kay,

I'm sorry about not being the greatest best friend and I'm sorry that I'm always so focused on other stuff.

I wish there was no barrier between us. I doubt you've noticed it yet, but I've never felt more alone.

-Your friend, Keira

I crumpled it up and stuck into the letter box, flopping on my bed.