It was the last week of school. Last day of school, actually. Thank god. This year was okay but- hey! I looked over at Ashley who flicked a note over to me. I unfolded it.
"Can I come over after school?" it read. Hmmm? Ashley never wants to come over. Ashley Lowen. A bisexual, like me. She was my best friend and I loved her. She was about my height, 5"2. Her eyes were a dark green and she had blonde hair. Long blonde hair. She had two blue feathers under her "gorgeous gold" as she called it. She had a nice body, too. Why would she want to come over? I wrote neatly on the lines, "Why?" I folded it back up and tossed it back when the teacher