My desperate endeavor to find my whoever

1) My best friend

I'll never forget that morning; the morning he broke my heart.

Innocent,7-year-old me skipped into the classroom in search of my best friend: Alex. Most of the other girls in my class thought it was weird that I was friends with a boy, and all of the boys thought Alex was some sort of freak for even speaking to a girl. But what they thought didn't bother me. Alex was special. There was something completely different about him. I know, we were only children, but we made each other happy; I liked it. Finally I found him, his head buried in a book about a dog in space and a sad look in his eyes.

"ALEX!" I shouted, jumping onto the beanbag next to him.

"Oh...hi Erin," he said sadly, only looking up at me for a second.

"What's wrong?"

My smile dropped as Alex looked up at me again. His eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying not long before. The corners of his mouth were turned down in a sad frown, instead of the usual cheeky smirk that normally sat on his lips. Just looking at him made me feel glum, and he hadn't said anything yet.

"It's my mum and dad." he sighed, dropping his book on the floor. "They want us to move away."

"Move away?" I repeated. "Move away where?"

"America," he whispered.

I felt my eyes bulge out slightly, filling with tears as my jaw dropped. America?! There's a whole ocean between England and America! My heart felt as if it had been ripped in two and thrown on the ground. He couldn't leave me, not like this. Alex is the only person I've ever been friends with, and he's the only friend I want to have for the rest of my life. Everything makes sense when Alex is around. I can't imagine being without my best friend. Ever.

"Alex you can't!" I sobbed, finally letting my tears fall.

"I know, Erin. I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I still want to be friends with you, and we'll stay in touch when I leave I promise!"

"No," I grumbled. "If you're going, you're going. You don't need me."

"Erin please," he begged, pulling on my hand.

"Go away!" I snapped, pushing him. "I don't want to see you ever again!"

I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, past the rest of the class, past my teacher and out into the corridor. I didn't know where to run next, but the sound of my name being called made me carry on running and I locked myself in the toilets. I sat in the middle of the floor, sobbing hysterically at the thought of my best friend going to live in another country. I'd be all alone in the world, with no one I could turn to when I needed them most. It was then I felt the warm running slowly down my arm, looking as it normally would.

Suddenly I sat bolt upright in bed.