Beautiful Innocence

“You’re friends with India, right?” That was my identifier around the school, around town, all over social media. India was my friend, my only friend since I moved into town last summer. I loved India. Everybody loved India. She was beautiful, sweet, smart and kind. She was a friend to all. She befriended me and helped me in every way she could. That’s why when she went missing it shook the town to the core. Outwardly, she was America’s sweetheart. Inside she was a different person. No one thought this tragedy was possible.