#59, Simona.

Simona, you were a small thing, but with a certain ferocity that simply could not be argued with. How old were we (thirteen?) when we barfed (on purpose) in the school bathroom together? You had been in ballet at some point, and looked almost Native American, with your brown skin and long, black hair. Your family was a mystery and you lived in a house unlike the rest at the top of a hill. You always wore leggings and i could sense that you were somewhat desperate for someone to talk to, but i couldn't totally click with you. also, you had perfect teeth. hope things are good.