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My name is Tibby Rollins, I'm 17 years old, and I hate life. Everything is just easier when everything
sucks. Last summer, I met this 12-year old girl named Bailey. She helped me with a video i was making about how
pathetic and boring people's summers are. At first I was unopen to making friends other than Bee, Lenny and Carma.
I dismissed and ignored her. But it turned out she was a real people-person. She made friends with all the pathetic people
we taped. She understood them. I never completely understood her. Then, when we were actually started to get along, I found
out that she had leukemia. I was really upset. Despite how young she was, we were actually friends - sorta. One day, I heard
that she was in the hospital in critical condition. I went to visit her. We just lay there in her bed talking about our video
and she said something deep like "I'm not afraid of dying - I'm just afraid of not having enough time." I started to cry a
little, but I didn't want her to see. A couple days later, I heard the news that I had been dreading. Bailey had died.
This summer, I went to a film school. It was my first time leaving home for such a long time. I made
some friends ... but they weren't real friends. Brian (one of the friends I met last summer while making my video) came
to visit me almost every weekend. I decided to make my video project about my mother. Making fun of her that is. I never thought
that she would come to see it at the end of the term. I finished the video, and there was some big ceremony thing where all
the students showed their films. Brian kept trying to tell me that the video of my Mom was a bad idea. My new friends thought
it was a great idea. I figured Brian was wrong. Sure enough, my mother showed up. She was so dissappointed when she watched
the video. I felt awful! In the end, we worked everything out. Brian and I getting close, and its kinda scaring me...was
he my boyfriend? Is he my boyfriend? I wished Bailey was there. She would know what he was thinking. She could tell
me what to do. It's like that part of me was ripped out of me.
Oh, with all my sad tales about Bailey, I forgot about myself. I usually do. I have black hair with
blue streaks. Everyone judges me! I have a noise piercing and earrings all up my ears, and a tattoo that nobody but the Sisterhood
knows about.
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