She wasn't like other people were with her.
Everyone else assumed her full name was Francesca or Francine.
She knew that it was Fiona May.
And still called her Fanny.
Everyone else got annoyed when she yelled.
She just smiled, rolled her eyes, and whispered, "That's my girl."
Everyone else thought the boy-hater they saw was all there was to her.
She dug deeper down and found her sweet and sensitive side.
Everyone else thought she was crazy.
She did too, but in a good way.
Everyone else passed her by without a second thought, maybe even kicking up the pace when they saw her coming.
She smiled, said hi, maybe even stopped to chat.
Everyone else hated her.
She was her best friend.
