Alissa is twelve. Twelve and a half, actually. And her best cousin-friend is moving away in a few weeks. Mike. Off to Georgia. This would not be quite so tragic if her other best friend didn't also live two states away in Montana. Grace moved away about 5 years ago. You could not find a sweeter, kinder girlfriend than Grace. When they are together they never put each other down, never disagree on what to do, and are oblivious to the rest of the world. They giggle and laugh. Mike is just as great, but in a boyish sort of way. He's silly ... really silly. And Alissa laughs at all of his jokes. Not even courtesy laughs ... she really thinks he's funny! They play in the woods with homemade wooden swords. They play their DS's side by side. They like the same movies. They don't seem to see each other's faults at all. Georgia is seeming like an awful long ways away.