My Best Friend

My best friend.

I first met my best friend in the third grade.  I thought that she was snobby and rude.  She thought I was mean and unfriendly.  We held these initial thoughts of each other through 5 years.  We shared friends, went to the same birthday parties, well we did a lot of stuff together. 




Then our freshman year of high school we were in band together.  Both playing the flute and kinda being forced to interact with one another we had no choice but to finally get to know each other.  What I learned was that she wasn't snobby and rude, but shy and reserved.  What she learned about me was that I wasn't mean and unfriendly, but out-going and opinionated.  She grounded me and helped me find my filter and I supported her and helped her find her assertive side. 

We have been best friends for 16 years.  Offically we have been friends for more than half our lives.  I still need her and I pray that she will still need me.  The trials, the tears, the times, and the talks have made us lifelong best friends.

Amanda, Thanks for being my best friend. <3 Virginia


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