naiah
Naiah is like a ghost who doesn’t talk, but she’s got the heart of a lion and would punch a f***ing wall to save you. She’s the kind of friend who sits there and stares at you like you’re a broken f***ing robot when you’re sad.
She just sat there and stared at me when I cried about my dead goldfish.
She took a hit for me in the cafeteria and didn’t even say a word.
She watched me fail my spelling test like I was a f***ing disaster.