Hello, my name is Zoe Parks

I, future psychology major, could not have asked for a better case study... I mean best friend, than Ronnie Jeanette. Nobody, I do mean nobody, is going to waltz into their first lecture at Stanford (fingers crossed) better equipped to diagnose BPD, hypochondria, restless leg syndrome, you name it. Lately though, Ronnie's compulsions are driving me up the wall. I don't know what her mother did to her over the summer but Ronnie has officially come down with a bad case of hand in hair syndrome.  Which would be bad enough if she was only obsessed with touching her own hair.

I take it back, I know exactly what that plastic bimbo, aka Ronnie's mom did. Constant put downs, never-ending criticism, a total lack of regard for boundaries. Oh, but she will pay for lip fillers every six months! And that's supposed to show how much she loves her daughter? All it does is reinforce her incredibly shallow self-perceptions. Her latent anorexia and mirror checking. The Ronnie I know would rather fill her head with knowledge than her lips with bovine collagen. I wonder sometimes if her mother’s even met that girl. Maybe I hate her because I know we're in a tug of war for her daughter's soul.  By which I mean that I'd like Ronnie to actually have some soul left by the time we finish high