text: I don't remember much about that day, hell I don't even remember what year it was. I just remember her infectious laugh and beautiful face. I was so envious of her, and her long blond hair and perfectly freckled face and her pink cheeks and toothy grin. She was a very feminine girl, the total opposite of myself. She wore her hair in pigtails with a pink bow to match. I, on the other hand, had dark brown short fluffy hair that curled and waved in all different directions, constantly looking as though I've been sitting in front of a high speed fan. I always watched her in class, chatting with everyone else. I was a shy girl who always kept to myself. She was a social butterfly who was everyone's best friend. "
  
  Even mine.
  
  I felt oddly guilty and wrong that she was my best friend too. I felt undeserving that everyday sometime afterschool she would always meet me on the swing sets by my house that nobody ever went to, for exactly an hour. She was my best friend for exactly an hour everyday, and I was happy and grateful for exactly an hour everyday.
  
  But I wasn't always happy about it. The first time I saw her on those swings she was crying, and I was furious. "Why is someone like her on MY swings?" I thought. They were suppose to be MY getaway, and only I could cry on them while slowly swinging back and forth with my feet.. I marched up to her, about to yell, when she looked at me with those teary eyes and asked me a simple question.
  
  "What's your favorite season?"
  
  > Summer
  I froze. Alls I could think of was what the hell kind of question is that. But I felt like I needed to give her an answer... So I thought about it for a moment. And she looked at me, waiting.
  
  "I suppose, if I had to pick one it would be summer."
  
  She looked at me and smiled "Really?" She giggled. "I would have never guessed!"
  
  I blinked, before sitting down on the swing next to hers. "How?"
  
  She shrugged while still smiling, except this time at the sky. "You just seem like a winter person instead. My favorite season is spring. Do I seem like a spring person?"
  
  Now that I think about it, she does seem as though she is a 'spring person', whatever that means. We both silently swayed on the swing after that. It wasn't awkward, it was actually rather... peaceful. For a moment I turned to her to see what kind of expression she was making. She starred pensively at the sky. Everyday after that she would always be there. On my swings, no...our swings.
  
  My head hurts. I can't remember anymore...wait,no, I think I remember something...
  
  > It was a day in Winter
  It was a day in Winter, except years later. We always met each other even in high school. She had a boyfriend at the time, he was a stereotypical jock like all the main character popular girls in movies dated, except he wasn't a douchebag. He was nice, even to me who was a complete and utter wallflower loser outcast, you name it. Even though she was dating him and was even more popular than before, she was always at those swings...and never brought anyone with her.
  
  We silently swung, even though it was freezing and the chains were getting rusty... now that I think about it...we rarely talked... did I ever even know her at all? Was she really my best friend?
  
  No, I remember now. The day I saw the bruises. The dark purplish blue stood out on her pale skin.
  
  I don't remember much about that day, hell I don't even remember what year it was. I just remember her infectious laugh and beautiful face. I was so envious of her, and her long blond hair and perfectly freckled face and her pink cheeks and toothy grin. She was a very feminine girl, the total opposite of myself. She wore her hair in pigtails with a pink bow to match. I, on the other hand, had dark brown short fluffy hair that curled and waved in all different directions, constantly looking as though I've been sitting in front of a high speed fan. I always watched her in class, chatting with everyone else. I was a shy girl who always kept to myself. She was a social butterfly who was everyone's best friend. "
  
  Even mine.
  
  I felt oddly guilty and wrong that she was my best friend too. I felt undeserving that everyday sometime afterschool she would always meet me on the swing sets by my house that nobody ever went to, for exactly an hour. She was my best friend for exactly an hour everyday, and I was happy and grateful for exactly an hour everyday.
  
  But I wasn't always happy about it. The first time I saw her on those swings she was crying, and I was furious. "Why is someone like her on MY swings?" I thought. They were suppose to be MY getaway, and only I could cry on them while slowly swinging back and forth with my feet.. I marched up to her, about to yell, when she looked at me with those teary eyes and asked me a simple question.
  
  "What's your favorite season?"
  
  > Spring
  I froze. Alls I could think of was what the hell kind of question is that. But I felt like I needed to give her an answer... So I thought about it for a moment. And she looked at me, waiting.
  
  "I suppose, if I had to pick one it would be spring."
  
  She looked uncomfortable after that, like her whole spirit fell and her energy died. "I'm sorry."
  
  I was confused. "Why are you apologizing?"
  
  "Because... my favorite season is spring."
  
  I blinked. What the hell? "So what?"
  
  "That means you're like me... So I'm sorry for you." She stood up and patted my head, like she was looking down on me, and walked away... I never saw her after that.
  
  (Sorry spring lovers! In order to get to the actual story you need to pick a different season. Sorry about that :c )