Jill

Now, let me tell you about a girl named Jill.

Jill was a girl in my class when I first came to this school.
Jill seemed like a nice girl.
Jill would talk to me on the bus when we went off-campus.
Jill would always ask a lot of questions.
Jill would then finish.
Jill would go talk to another girl.
Jill whispered and giggled.
Jill told me they were talking about innocent, silly things.
Jill told me that it was no big deal.
Jill was nice, caring, very understanding.
Jill was believable person in my eyes.
Jill, though, was nothing but a very good liar.
Jill was a cruel, cold little girl.
Jill hurt me.