Emmy
Emmy is basically the best person ever. She's nice, she's caring, and she is super funny. We met back in 4th grade. She was new, and I had no friends. She ran right up to me and started chatting away. I was stunned, and we were friends for life. At least that's what I thought, until along came Hannah. Until this year, I really didn't know who Hannah was. She had a totally different schedule than me. I had an urge to be one of the cool girls. I don't know why. Emmy just kept on wearing turtlenecks and sweaters. And kept on getting made fun of. She didn't care. But I did. I wore cool girl pants. I hated them, but I thought it was the price I had to pay. Turns out, it wasn't. Emmy was the price. Emmy hates being cool. She likes being, well, Emmy. So now Emmy is back to being alone, and whenever she sees me, she turns away and sneers. I think she hangs out with a girl named Violet. I don't know because Hannah won't let "her dolly" get infested with dorkiness. By "her dolly", she means me. And I am not proud of it.
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