she hiked out to interstate 65. a bunch of the high school kids passed her on the road. they were clumped together in a convertible, and she walked alone on the shoulder. she knew how it looked to them and she didnt care. some girls couldnt stand being alone. bridget was different. she went to movies, restaurants, even parties by herself. she loved her three friends above all other things, but she'd rather be alone than cling to people she didnt care about.
---from the second summer of the sisterhood(traveling pants)