I knew her. I knew her better than any other person in the school. One day I could tell that something was bugging her and I knew she wouldn't tell me. I tried reading the journal that she keeps in her purse, but she always had it with her. I tried snooping around in her room but I didn't find anything. I didn't know the password on her phone so that was a bust. I tried asking her friends but they didn't know anything, according to them everything was fine. Then I figured it out. The sparkle in the eyes was gone. I didn't make her light up like I use to. She used her fake laugh around me more, she didn't want to spend as much time with me anymore. Something was wrong. I couldn't figure it out, but I knew we weren't working. So I threw it all away.