Lindsay Anderson

Monica McPherson Lindsay Anderson

"So, girlie, how are you feeling about starting you senior year today?" Mom asked me. "Are you excited?""Yes and no." I replied, sincerely. I am excited about starting senior year, but not as excited as I would be if the people who I had thought were my best friends were still my best friends.""Oh, honey..." Mom whispered, putting her hand over mine."Even though I am still angry at them for hurting me by posting that video of them imitating me, I would have answered any one of their calls if they had tried to get in contact with me while I was in Los Angeles filming that movie and staying with Aunt Marie this summer. But no, they never called."Before Mom had a chance to say anything, I got up from the table, put my bowl and cup in the kitchen sink, kissed Mom on the cheek, told her I loved her, gathered my stuff, and maid my way out of the door.