Assignment #5 Reilly

When you first came to school, no one talked to you. I already had some friends, but never a best friend, and you were in my class. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but we got to talking, and we started becoming really good friends. No one talked to you, but my friends saw that I liked you, so maybe they would give you a chance.

I’m not saying that if I hadn’t talked to you in those first few days you were new in our class that you would have no friends, but I went out of my way to talk to you, and befriend you. And look how you pay me back years later.

That was in third grade when we first became best friends. But in fourth grade we weren’t in the same class. The friends that I ditched for you were gracious enough to take me back. We still hung out, on the weekends, but you had a new group of friends. I was ok with that. We still got to see each other and we would have so much to talk about since we didn’t see each other during school. But anyone could tell that there were pieces missing. Inside jokes with the girls I despised who had become your close friends. But I held out, pasted a grin on my face a made sure that we kept in touch.

Then fifth grade. It started out like the glory years of the third grade. The dynamic duo was back. We were envied by other girls, we were the leaders of our class. We were the best of friends. But things were different from third grade. Boys didn’t seem so afraid to catch girl’s cooties anymore.

When you started hanging out with boys you would always include me. Maybe it was because you were just afraid of being alone with them. But they never seemed to want me around. I didn’t understand. We had been the same for so long. Shared everything, from school lunches to clothes to dolls to our mothers stolen makeup. And now we were so different, and you were drifting away because of the attention of a few boys on the playground? It didn’t seem right. It wasn’t right. The dynamic duo couldn’t be separated for the longest time…and now we were.

Now everything is ok between us. We are still good friends, but we never hang out. It would be odd if we did…our lives have been separate for so long. But you still call me when you’ve been dumped, or when it’s something serious to do with family and friends. I will always be the first, always be the solid, and always be the best friend.