No Thanks to Santa.

I remember the time when Amanda invited me to her eighth grade promotion. I was the only person outside of her school and her family that showed up. It was really hot outside, and we were sitting on metal chairs. It was awful, but I had a great time.

Another time, I slept at her house for her birthday. We watched Moulin Rouge and Rent. The next morning when I woke up, she was on top of me and she said, "You fit my every curve!" And I started cracking up.

I love Amanda. I miss Amanda. I want her to be okay.