Natalie and I were roommates back in boarding school. She had a nice house and wonderful family while I suffered with my unruly family. I wanted her life so badly and wished to god that I could be exactly like her, but no, I had to be me, Claire, a non-boyfriend having athletically challenged tomboy who could never see why she would want me as her friend. As we came along in school, I began to see less of her. She started to hang out with other rich kids who were sons and daughters of whoever was hot at that time. I came into my own eventually and actually enjoyed being me instead wanting to be what’s her name? Oh yes, Natalie. We say hello from time to time whenever I see her out somewhere flashing all her bling. Sometimes I still wish I was her.