Emily

Emma was in my French class, and knew all along why Lauren asked me for help and not her. She gave me the cold shoulder for the rest of high school, placed higher than me in school writing contests, started an online student magazine in senior year, and went to an expensive private college somewhere, finding herself as part of the neoliberal old guard on campus (or so I heard from Thomas). Never closer than friends of friends, our falling out was worth no regrets.