Ginny had been my best friend since the first day of junior high. Both of our last names started with the same letter which put us next to each other in all of the classes we shared, which were many. She was a devoutly antisocial person. In every class, when not paying attention to the teacher, she had her nose in a book, refusing to pay attention to the rest of the world around her. It wasn't that she hated any one particular person; she just seemed to hate everyone equally. Being a ravenous reader myself, I could understand the appeal of a good book, I carried one with me at all times throughout my day, so whenever the opportunity to read presented itself I would have one with me. But, unlike Ginny, I also enjoyed the social aspect of life. So I decided, with her being my almost constant...

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