Kyla
I sometimes wonder where I went wrong with friends. I’ve never had many because I seem to attract mean girls. I’m not into putting others down to make myself feel better. And I most certainly am not into scheming to get what I want. It’s pathetic.
I like to think that I’m a good judge of character. Ninety percent of the time, I can tell a good person from a bad one. I get vibes from people, and my gut tells me yes or no. I avoid those who I know backstab and talk about friends like enemies. I don’t need that negativity in my life, and I certainly don’t want that around Greer.
When Talish walked into my house the other day, I was happy to see her. It had been so long, and I couldn’t wait to tell her about my life away from Bardsville. She hugged me, and I hugged her back. But the in
