—Meredith Grey Halloween, 4:52 P.M.In bed I haven’t written all week because I haven’t had anything to write about. Nothing has changed since the last time I wrote. Brynn isn’t talking to me. Well, that’s not entirely true. If she has to say something to me, like in school, she does. But she doesn’t call or text or ask me if I want to hang out. And she hasn’t said a word about her party tonight, which I know means I’m officially uninvited. Things with Billy aren’t any better. I’ve tried calling and texting a bunch of times, but he hasn’t picked up any of my calls or responded to my texts. They don’t sit with me at lunch anymore. And to make matters worse, every time I see them at school, they’re together. I don’t even want to think about what they’re talking about when I’m not with them. They’re probably bonding over being mad at me. I’m sure Billy is upset (actually, I’m not so sure), and Brynn is there to comfort him. I can just hear what she’s been saying to him.
