My name is Kat, and I just want to say that Ellie Summers is, and will always be my best friend.
We met the summer before we were going to seventh grade, when we were hospital room-mates, waiting for the same surgeon to fix our broken bones. I'd busted my arm up trying to play basketball, which is my favorite sport, while she'd done some crazy shit skateboarding and fucked her knee all up.
She leaned over and asked me. "...Are you scared...?"
"About the surgery? Pfft. Nahh." I said coolly, but I ended up dropping my whole entire cup of water on myself because I was shaking so much. "...Maybe a little bit," I admitted.
Ellie raised her imaginary microphone. "Clean up on aisle four!" She giggled, causing me to chuckle with her.
Once we started laughing, we couldn't stop. We'd talk for hours and hours, ignoring the doctors pleas for us to get rest.
Ellie had just moved here, Virginia, from South Carolina, and now lives in a gated community house called Somerset, which is about 5 minutes from my house on the outskirts.
"So, tell me about my new school," She asked.
We were both going to be going to Carver Middle School in a few weeks, so I took it upon myself to tell her about the cool kids, the food, the teachers, and the single guys that go there. She wrote it all down on a napkin. That was Ellie for you; always taking notes, about any and everything. We both signed our names and numbers on each other's napkins, and less than two days later, I convinced my mom to lug me over to Ellie's house.
Ellie's bedroom was an amazing, purple, french themed space that smelled like a wonderful lavender garden.
Romantic-Purple-Bedroom
It seriously looked like something fake out of a magazine.
She had mature British paintings on her wall; hell, I still had Bratz posters on my bedroom walls.
Ellie twirled carefully, watching out for her foot.
"This is how the bedrooms look in France," She began, sweetly smiling. "France is my favorite place ever. So romantic. I'm going to France on my honeymoon."
I laughed. "You getting married sometime soon?"
Ellie smirked. "One day. He'll be sooo handsome. Maybe I'll marry a french exchange student."
I twirled my hair. I hadn't thought about marrying anyone, much less someone from a specific country. Hmm.
As I looked around Ellie's room, I noticed the pictures of her friends, and her, looking much older than 13, wearing bright pink lipstick and long mascara with beautiful designer jeans and ripped t-shirts. I looked down at my own denim shorts and tank top and frowned. I didn't even really have boobs yet, I was so skinny and petite.
Ellie came over to me and touched my shoulder. "Y'know, I'm really glad I met you. There's nobody else's I'd rather be friends with, here in Virginia. We click so perfectly, don't you agree?" She winked at me, and right then I knew Ellie'd be my best friend for a long time.
