Just an idea that popped into my mind.

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This was it. The best day of the year. The one she and Simon had planned for months. The one she had spent so much money on to make it work ($5.00). June 21, 1991. Friendship Day. At least, it was Friendship Day for me, Jeanette Miller, and my best friend, Simon Seville. Simon Seville. The name just makes me want him so much. Don't even get me started on his eyes.

It was 7:00 a.m, so I rolled my eleven year old body out bed. I curled my hair and left it down, something unusual for me. Brittany helped me pick out an outfit. It was a glittery purple tank top and black (very) short shorts. I put on some lip gloss and the faintest amount of blush the world has ever seen. My black ankle boots stood in the doorway, begging me to put them on. And I will. In four hours. Sigh.

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After an eternity, I was out the door and heading for Mario's Pizza Kitchen. Simon and I decided to meet up there first. I love going there because Mario was such a good friend, and he sometimes helped with my homework when Simon couldn't. The walk wasn't that long, only ten minutes. I walked in, sat down in my favorite booth, and waited for Simon.

Five Minutes

No Simon

Ten Minutes

No Simon

Fifteen Minutes

No Simon

Twenty Minutes

Simon!

The twelve year old strolled in, but he wasn't alone. Maria Sered, most annoying girl ever, was at his side. They sat down at the table next to me. Simon didn't notice me, but Maria did. She pointed at me, and Simon turned around. He waved, but I just got up and left, leaving a very confused Simon and a smirking Maria.

When I got home, I cried until I threw up. Pleasant.

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As the weeks passed, Simon became more and more distant, and I became more and more depressed. He ditched his "nerd" look, and now looks ridiculous. He wears jeans and black shirts with the stupidest things on them. Alvin told me his grades were below average, when they used to be so high. But his clothes and grades aren't the only things that changed. His personality, once so kind, now... sucks. He gives swirlies to his ex-friends (he even gave one to Theodore!) and treats people like dirt. Dave says he doesn't come home til late and most of the times he's drunk! Drunk! Simon Samuel Seville does not get drunk. At least, he didn't before. But one thing I'm happy about is the fact that he avoids me. But I'm also sad about it.

We used to do everything together. Homework, walking, you name it. Now, I can't even remember the last time we looked at each other. I would've thought more about it, but the bell rang, telling me to go to science. The one class I have to sit next to Simon. Great.

As I walked in, the smell of chemicals and cleaning supplies greeted me. I used to love it, now I hate it. I took my place in my assigned seat, glancing over to the empty one on my right. Don't show up, please! I thought. Oh well, the wish fairy isn't a fan of me today. Simon plopped down in in his seat and took at a cigarette. What is this world coming to? The sight of Simon smoking made me want to cry. The smoke fumes eventually got to me, so I plucked the cancer stick out of his mouth and threw it out the window. He simply took out a pack, so I threw that out of the window, too. He glared at me. I shrugged.

"You should really be thanking me Simon. I just saved your life." I smirked at his reaction. He then started to curse me out when the teacher came into the room.

"Simon, principal's office. Now. Make sure your brother is in there for me too." Mr. F sighed. Simon put his hands in his pocket and walked out.

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As I walked out of school, a few teenagers started to walk towards me. Oh great. I dropped my book bag and ran. Too bad I didn't notice the wall next to me. I slammed into and fell to the ground in pain. It didn't help when the hazy figure just stood behind them and watched. That figure was Simon.