Meet Cherylie McCoy
"I'm a mess, Amanda." I whimpered, balling myself up on my bed with my fury baby-pink blanket as Amanda squeezes my hand. "My family hates me, my friends hate me and it's all my fault, my grades are slowly crashing down like the f*****g asteroid that killed all the dinosaurs, I'm in love with a guy I have a really complicated relationship with, and my hair spa appointment got cancelled the last minute so guess who's coming at dinner party ugly and humiliated?"
"Oh, honey." is all that Amanda could say. But I can't complain either, she's all that's left that still believes in me. Her hug is the last hope I have, and for now, I'm going to hold on to that.
"I love your perfume by the way."