At the time, I never realised that Chris had always bullied me. She was never nice, always saying my glasses were too geeky, my hair to greasy, my face to spotty. She wasn't pretty, but compared to me she was, so she used me. If I stood next to her she'd look nicely sized, pretty and tanned, without me, she'd have looked ugly. When I realised that about a year later, I instantly left my sorrow over her death. She herself was a brunette, with watery blue eyes and medium coloured skin. I am a dirty blonde with chestnut brown eyes, and pale skin, at the time I wore thick lenses, with a square frame for glasses, and my skin was spotty and greasy. Him, he was perfect. He had golden blonde hair that came to just past his ears; it was styled perfectly to look messy and scruffy. His eyes were royal blue, and deep, like a whirlpool, his skin was quite pale, and he was 6ft tall. I thought he was amazing, even if that sounds completely sad. I thought I had no chance of him even being my friend. But as the weeks went on, he kept speaking to me, comforting me, but he talked of Chris so much I thought he was hooked on her. I felt like screaming that she was DEAD, gone. But that I was there, right in front of him, that I'd give everything up for him. But he was out of my reach. To far for me.