I am thirteen too, and Debbie’s best friend. I moved into Karen’s old house. She is so horrible to Debbie and I know she can stand up for herself, but I cannot help but defend her. It’s the job of a best friend. I will always be there for her, and since that awful day when she witnessed the death of her mother, she has been lost, and if daydreaming is her way of coping, so be it. I know she will never get to meet him, so allowing her to dream is harming no one, is it? I love her like a sister, and we are as good as family, when my sister married her brother.