I chose the eye-boring girl. Duh.
The girls pose for the picture. They are laughing, goofing around, then the camera clicks and they freeze. Blondie steps forward:
That's my friend Carlie. She's - wow.. she's - pretty incredible. She's loud and funny and people listen when she speaks. My mom would say she "commands the room." My mom would also tell me being the quiet one is ok too. Roman says the same thing. He says that just because I don't really like a lot of attention doesn't mean I'm less interesting or fun to be around, or - or anything like that. He says that anyway. But how am I supposed to really believe what he says, feel it, you know, when she's the one who's always making him laugh, telling the crazy stories, and jokes? I have stories too I guess, I just don't tell them in front of everybody! He can't seem to take his eyes off her when she speaks. Nobody can. She's just one of those people. She always has been. And it's awful because I love her, she's my best friend. I don't know how else to say it. It's awful because I'm angry and I can't be. She hasn't done anything wrong but sometime I just - hate her. And she loves me. And it's awful.