Three years ago, Terry and Hannah at age thirteen
"Hello."
Terry looked up from her lunch to see a girl with flaming red hair smiling down at her. She quirked one brow up. It was Hannah, one of her classmates. The infamous girl that the boys go crazy over and who the girls actively dislike.
"What do you want?" she asked, disgruntled.
"I want to be your friend."
This time, Terry lifted two brows up with a start. "And why do you want to be my friend?"
"Because I don't have one," she responded with a cheerful smile. "And because you're always alone."
"How convenient," Terry commented drily.
Hannah bobbed her head up and down. "I know. So will you be my friend?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't like girls like you."
"Girls like me?"
"Chatty and annoying."
With a laugh, Hannah pushed herself
