It's not that she
has no one to play with. It's that she'd rather be true to herself than compromise to fit in.
LJ is popular with the boys. After all, she's the only girl in school who knows Avengers back to front, who can talk at their level about Spider-Man and Robin Hood and all their favourite characters. But at lunchtimes the boys play Pokemon as per the demands of their alpha male. That's not for her, so she says a pleasant goodbye and heads off on her own.
LJ could be popular with the girls. The problematic newbie has offered ("if you want to be loved, just be friends with me"), but LJ has her all figured out. She's watched how she teases, insults and excludes classmates until they're worn down, then extends an olive branch of friendship that is desperately accepted. That's not for LJ, either.
Though proud, I proffered a warning: such moral decisions, while unquestionably right and noble, inevitably lead to loneliness.
"I'm fine with that," LJ replied. "I'd rather be me and a little sad and lonely than pretend to be someone else, have fake friends and end up feeling really miserable."
Greet the Fire as Your Friend,
SF