Rebecca tried to explain it. She tried to help us understand. But I know that I, at least, saw her outbursts as nothing more than a temper tantrum, throwing a fit for any attention at all. Now, I know it was something much more than that. Something that no one could see was wearing her down, slowly. Not one person saw it, until she decided to show us.
     Rebecca was the kind of person that loved to listen. The fact of the matter, though, is that she was honestly amazing at it. The average good listener can only sympathize with an, “I’m sorry,” at the end of a long story. The average good listener can add the occasional nod of the head or, “Yeah,” and “Uh-huh.” But Rebecca was amazing at every aspect of listening. She always had the right answer to a question, solution to a problem, or liveliness of an upsetting conversation. From boy problems to dead cats, Becca was always the girl with all the answers. And to most people, it seemed, the girl with everything else.
     Rebecca was the girl that no other girls would like, simply because of the fact that she was impossible not to like. Becca had brains, taking home a GPA of 4.0 every year since she was in elementary, if that was possible. She had that personality everyone envied, sense of humor, forgiving, understanding. But what drove all the girls crazy mad, and not to mention the boys crazy in love, was how striking she was. She wasn’t tall, and she wasn’t short, what seemed to be the perfect height, and figure. She had breathtakingly blue eyes, a cute little nose, and straight pearly white teeth hidden beneath pink, full lips. But what captured attention the most was her hair. It was never perfectly composed and yet there was never even one strand out of place. Her beautiful head of hair swung down right below her, might I add full, chest. It was thick, blonde, and naturally formed large loose curls. She usually wore it like that, natural, but believe you me, she could do anything she wanted with that hair. It obeyed her every command, and with one flip of it, over her shoulder, so would everyone else.
     Although Rebecca had been the most organized, put-together person in the state of Nevada, only a few people actually noticed the subtle changes she was making. She, at one point, had had a strict schedule she would follow religiously. Then, she started to stop following every guideline she set for herself. She would stop writing things down, or making any notes at all. That was unlike her. She stopped keeping track of things, and she started not to care whether or not she got anything productive done. Slowly, but surely, Rebecca was changing right before our eyes. No one really knew, though, if it was a change or an accidental slip. We all started to question if the Becca we had known had merely been a facade, a show she had put on for us all, free admission. These were our thoughts only until we discovered the one thing that could sort the rumors and assumptions from the truth. And this, was it.