About Carter: "Carter" isn't her real name, but she's on this site so have to be careful. Carter was my first official friend in 7th grade at my slightly new school. It was a small school, and all the friend groups had already been established by the time I got there in sixth grade. Carter was new this year. For some reason, she picked me.
Dear Carter,
I do not understand why someone would care so much about me, who is not my blood relative. I don't think that I ever will. Honestly, all I've ever known about myself since I was nine years old was that not many people thought I was cool. I wasn't hip and I didn't really do so well with the norm of things. I don't like fashion, nor dresses and jewels, I like to read and learn but I hated group work. I still kind of do. When I first met you, you thought I hated you. When I first met you, I thought you hated me. How in the world would two people, from two entirely different lives, become friends like us?
Really, the point I'm trying to make is that I am one of the most ignorant, unpleasant, bossy, and all around obnoxious jerk that anyone would ever have the misfortune of meeting. I'm unfeeling, unsympathetic, unaware of kindness and charity, and I can't easily comprehend what anyone's feeling. I ignore other's feelings, and I close myself off to anyone I think might be able to stab me in the back, which is everyone.
I never expected to be anyone's friend, anyone's rock. Anyone's ally. Especially not the best friend of the kindest, bravest, most spectacular person I've ever known. Bestie, you've put up with my stupidity, my insanity, and my extreme antisocialness for a year. You are the best thing that's happened to me in years. You made me sociable, at least as social as you could, and with your help I actually have a lot of friends. You're the best one. I still will never know why you chose me to be your friend, when you could've chosen anyone. Someone whose social, someone who's happy. Anyone would want to be your friend.
Yet you chose me, despite all the flaws I named earlier, still you chose me to be your friend. I can never thank you enough for that.
Sincerely, the girl who didn't know what a friend was.
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