This girl moved in maybe a week or two ago. I had her in my choir class. I think she's in the foster system, and she had some problems with self-harm and stuff. And she just had to move again- in her own words, her mom was "practically giving her away". She was pretty broken up about it. I won't say we were best friends or anything- to be honest, a lot of the time she got on my nerves, and she owes me a dollar. But I was her friend, and I think she deserves a lot more than what she got, and I wish I could've done something- anything- to help. I wish I could be that person you always see in the movies who says something meaningful and changes somebody's life, but I can't really do that. All I could do was tell stories about bears and pirates to try to make her smile and hope she'll find someone who can do the life-changing speeches and stay with her.
I don't know. I just wish I could've done something, and I hope she's okay.