A bestfriend is someone that is very hard to come by. Not everyone will find a true one. Many will go through them like pairs of socks, but everyone has their favorite pair of socks right? Saying that you have a bestfriend is really rewarding.
We are friends, not just regular friends, but we are bestfriends, which explains everything. We would do everything together, such as go to the movies, mall and the racetrack, stay up late and talk about boys, be crazy. We had the best time together, but unfortunately life took all that from me. Sometimes I ask myself why she had to move, my bestfriend, a person who I trusted with everything, a person who knew what to do to make me happy, a person to make me do my homework when I didn’t want to, a person who was the best part of my life.
All my past bestfriends moved, when I met her I really thought that we would be bestfriends forever and do everything together, basketball games, dances, graduation, parties. I finally thought that she would never leave and my highschool years would be wonderful. But that all changed the night I was at her house, we just got done eating pizza and we were in her room, we were taking crazy pictures and listening to loud music. She blurted out that she was moving. I stopped doing what I was doing and I just sat there, I wanted to scream but couldn’t I guess you could say I was shocked.
We talked about her moving before but they were just false alarms but something about that night I just knew she really was moving. After I finally got over the shock I decided not to ask any questions except when was she, she said before Winter Carnival which was about 2 months away. In my mind I was thinking are you kidding me?! We planned for Winter Carnival pretty much all year, it was our first highschool Winter Carnival and your telling me your missing it? I decided to ask more questions later since I didn’t want to ruin the night, we took more pictures and ate more food and watched more sappy romantic movies.
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We tried to hang out a lot before she moved but her mom ruined that, her mom was nice for no doubt but she didn’t like her and I hanging out together that much. Over the summer we hung out non-stop, 24/7. The longest we were apart then were four days.
The day she moved came quite quickly; I remember it as if it was yesterday. We went to school together, she went to drop off the rest of her books and say goodbye. She wasn’t staying the whole day though, sadly. I was in my first period class and skipped it so I could say goodbye to her out in the hallway and take more pictures. As she turned around and said one last goodbye it really hit me that she was really leaving, for good. When I turned around and started walking back to my class it’s like everything went in slow motion, it was like I wasn’t in my body and this was just a dream. I now walk these halls of my school alone. No more laughter of the two crazy girls in the morning like usual. I didn’t know what to do.
When I reached my class I put on a smile and acted like I was fine, I did my work and sat in the corner of the classroom zoned out, recaping all of our memories that we had together. I went through the rest of the day trying to cope and adjust to not seeing her face in the hallways and in my classes. When I got home I cried, I cried for hours.
When you find a bestfriend like my bestfriend it’s hard to let go, it’s hard to accept that some day you may not be as close as you once were. But you try to be, you do whatever in your power to always remain that close. We still talk very frequently, we still label ourselves bestfriends, we talk on the phone, Internet and send eachother gifts on holidays and we still act like our goofy selves. We still talk about hanging out and making up plans for when I visit her or she visits me. But there will always be a small part of me that doesn’t want to see her, what if we act weird around eachother? What if we changed so much that we aren’t bestfriends anymore? It’s scary to think about but you have to.
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Puzzled and startled I turned over in my bed. The hideous noise that woke me up won't stop! So I get out of my bed and slip on my sandals. Trotting all the way across the room, I trip over various obstacles before finally reaching the source of the noise. I hit the snooze button and dread another day. With more and more procrastination as each minute passes I attempt to get ready for class. My ...
