So the other day I was just sitting around thinking about how amazing my life is right now, and I started thinking about my past. That's when one of my best friends popped into my head.
I met Michaela our sophomore year, in Mr. Evans World History class. I was considered the class clown in that hour. My first impression was that she was a cheerleader, I remember, that the day I met her, she was wearing a pink Roxy jacket, and she had a pink ribbon in her hair, in a pony tail. Yeah I know, funny how I remember that, but I do. I remember the stupid stuff that went on, like the stupid way I would say parenthesis. God I could keep her laughing so hard all hour, every day. We instantly had a connection with each other, and then as the year ended I got her a job at my work at Sonic. That was an amazing summer, we made such a bond, we were so the same, she is just like me, and I'm just like her. We are so goofy, and happy, and don't care about anything when we are together.
We are the ones that have songs in our head and start break dancing in the hallways, we are losers I know. We have modeled in magazines, done the most amazingly crazy stuff together, the girl is amazing.
Last year, we had a huge falling out, like we literally weren't allowed to look at each other, but that bond we have that no one has been able to explain, prevailed. We couldn't hate each other, it was like we hating a huge part of ourselves, and now I know it sounds like we are like a couple, but we have a bond like that...no homo.
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