Beginning of the school new year. Year nine. Three more years till college.. causally counting down the days until I can finally leave.
"Yo! Sup, bro?" My best friend greeted me with a bro hug and our usual high-five.
It's been two months since I first saw him. My dad decided to take the whole family on holiday to the other side of the world for the whole vacation. First of all, I didn't get to catch up with any of my mates. Secondly, I was alone most of the time anyway.
"S'all good. S'all good, mate." I grinned at him.
My other gang of friends came up to me and I did the same greetings.. until it was time for registration.
It wasn't just the usual flirtatious desperate looks from girls that I received, but also my form tutor handed me a note.. which was strange.
It wasn't a note actually. It was my time table for this year's school term.
Great. First lesson is science.
This is the part where she comes in.. I don't like saying her name because it hurts me so badly. It's killing me, writing this. But, I have to. Her memory needs to stay in this world.
I was assigned to sit next to a shy looking, short, dark wavy haired girl. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail, and her fringe was out, covering her left eye. I noticed her large 'nerd' glasses. But, she wasn't a nerd at all.
She was smart, but she didn't believe it herself.
Our brown eyes connected as we timidly greeted each other.
I didn't know that this moment, I had met someone that would change my life forever.
That night, I had logged onto my FaceBook and gone into my inbox, like every night. I scanned through all the message I had received but, one caught my eye... it was from her.
"hii..." it had said.. it was simple, but who knew this would start a whole friendship?
Not only had she helped me through some tough situations, my first heartbreak, some celebrations, sometimes when I was just in a 'playful' mood...
We messaged each other everyday, and I just forgot about the rest of the world.
I had never felt this way before.
She made me laugh with her random comments and her crazy attitude. I could trust her with a lot of my issues that I would never dream of telling anyone before her. We shared some of the same interests and I also decided to accept that maybe her boy bands, were not too bad.
But, what I loved the most about her.. was that she was honest.
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Story Of My Life
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