But she was a happy 15-year-old. She never cried.Never. Not
even when her best friend died. Got hit by a car. No, she
didnt sit in her room and cried all day. She didnt even go
to her teacher. She tried, the teacher. Told her that her
door is always open. And she really was the kindof person
that ges to teachers. Always. But this time she didnt. And
when the teacher told her that she can always come and talk
to her, she just smiled thankfully and went back to Shirly,
to ask her about the history homework.
And the eacher, she just thought of how maturely she was
behaving. Didnt cry, didnt ock herself in her room. She
coped with it very well.
She was a happy 15-year-old. Even when Ron didnt show up,
for the second time, she wasnt depressed. She liked him, she
really did. But he didnt show up. Oh, well, he must've had a
good reason. And the next day, she sent him a note "Sorry
you couldnt come yesterday. Wanna catch a movie on friday?"
And when he looked at her, she smiled. Not angrily, not
cinycally, just a smile. A happy one.

She was a happy 15-year-old. She coped with everything very
well. Even today, she remembered to put an old newspaper on
the floor 'cos wshe didnt want the stain to stick. She coped
with it very well.She didnt even cry.

She would've made a happy 16-year-old. She would've coped
with it very well.