Abby Vick had been my best friend for what seemed like forever. I had moved from Limestone Walters to Monroe in 1st grade. She moved to Monroe in 2nd grade. In the beginning we wanted nothing to do with each other, but by the time I moved to Oak Grove in 4th grade, we were best friends. During recesses we always walked the track and talked about what we were going to do when we grew up.
Since I had moved to Oak Grove, I only really saw Abby in the summer, but we were still friends. On one particular day in the summer of 2014, she had come over and spent the night. At some point in time she told me she was moving to Minnesota, because her mom was getting back together with the father of Abby’s sister. I could barely
