"Hey Trailer Girl!"
Daynah looked up from her lunch to the familiar call. Kylie Wagner pranced into the cafeteria with the other princesses who were now her BFFs. Daynah used to be that. When she and Kylie met in kindergarten, they were inseperable right away. Their friendship had lasted until the end of the fifth grade.
Over the following summer, her mom had remarried and Kylie left the crappy side of town. With her new home in a gated community came new friends and a new, mean personality. When she called that July and asked about Kylies's birthday party, her former best friend told Daynah that only "certain people" were invited.
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, you know, just family and a few friends," Kylie had told her. "Well, I'm going to let you go. See you around."
That was the last phone call that they shared. On the first day of sixth grade, Kylie called her "Trailer Girl" during recess in front of everyone, and the nickname stuck. Seventh grade was less than a week old and Kylie still harassed her.
Daynah's heart was broken, but she burned with anger too. There was a time when Kylie was a poor nobody like her. Kylie seemed to have forgotten that. Kylie had also forgotten about the sleep overs, about secrets shared, the tears and dreams, and everything else they had shared. She had become "certain people" and Daynah was left behind.