River
I sat on the floor of the bedroom crying. Eventually, my cry turned silent while the tears still fell down my cheeks. I heard footsteps walking up the stairs toward the room. The handle jiggled but nothing happened from me switching the lock. A few moments later, the knob twisted and the door cracked open. I wasn't even surprised to see Ava walk through.
"What did you use this time?" She had a habit of breaking locks. Her philosophy, 'locks are meant to be broken, its like a treasure hunt. If you can figure out the lock, then you get the treasure.' Ava and I were just so much different from each other. She liked to cause the trouble that I tried to spend my life avoiding. Our styles were way different. She had an edgy but trendy style, while I simply dressed for comfort. Even now,
