A short story about love, freindship and the more unfortunate parts of life.   I wrote this story in my freshman year of H.S, so it may be a bit cliche. I just thought Id post it to see how people felt. Comments are always welcome. Thanks! ForewordI saw her in the old abandoned art studio we use to hang out in. Little slivers of sunlight cascaded against her skin. She was wearing that white dress that I loved. She looked beautiful, almost graceful. Her body swayigto the unheard music in her own original dance. Id never seen her like this before...