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Nick Santiago-The Bestfriend

Nick Santiago

(the best friend)

Fav Color: Pink xD

Interests: Twitter, you

Dislikes: Ken, duck faces

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"HELLO MY PRETTY TACO!" Yup. I don't get it either. Anyways, if you're wondering who that is, it's my best friend, Nick. "I am ready for the beginning of the day hug." he said while spreading his arms wide open and closing his eyes while waiting for me to jump on him. "Sorry, just woke up like, 15 minutes ago, can't today," I said. He returned to standing position with a frown on his face. "PSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH. FINE. BE THAT WAY THEN. I NEVER WANTED TO BE YOUR FRIEND EITHER." he said in a funny tone. Then he stomped away with his most "pretending to be mad at you" face while swaying his arms from side to side in a girly manner. I rolled my eyes and smiled at his childishness. Who ever thought that the quiet kid who always sat in the back of the room is the same person stomping away a couple minutes ago? If you're wondering what happened, let me tell you. And if you don't want to know the story, well too bad then. Here it goes.

(8th Grade)

It was the first day of school. I'm now in Sherman Junior High School. It feels so weird, being in a new school. And beginning a new school year during 3rd quarter. I never transferred schools before, except if you count the elementary school going on to middle school part. But it's for my mom's job, and she never had a better job other than the one she has now, so even though I'm kind of sad of moving schools, I'm glad she took had the courage to move where we needed to go for her promotion. I used to go to Kingman JHS. But I don't think I know anybody who transferred to this school. Except I think I remember one guy who transferred to a different school. I never really knew him though, but he was in my 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade class. His name was Nick Santiago. It's weird how Nick and I never really talked, even though we were in the same classes for 3 years in a row. But he was always the kid who always sat in the back of the class, his head in a book. I probably would have been like that too, through all my years of school, if I wasn't saved by my best friend, May Hills. We met when we were 4, our moms were best friends and we went to the same daycare. She was one of the weirdest people I've ever met, but that's what I liked about her. She always hated what society has come to nowadays and her motto is, "YOLO." I know, your probably laughing about how her motto is the oh so famous YOLO. But think about it, you do only have one life to live, so why don't you live a carefree, no worry, life? Be who you are, nobody can be a better you than you. Even though Billy (my nickname for her) always tried to make me open up, it's always been so hard for me. I feel like my mind is tricking me sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I have a need to be someone else who I'm not. I just don't know who I am. That's why I'll feel so lost without her here by my side. Oh gosh, this year will SUCK.

...

It's already lunch time, and I only have uno friend. Well, if I'm even allowed to count her as a friend. She's one of those student council girls with blonde hair and pink plaid skirts. She probably wanted to make a good impression on me cause she doesn't want me to think less of her. Okay. So I still have no friends. Isn't this just a GREAT first day of school?

When the bell rang, I threw away my food and went to 5th period.

Nothing.

Finally at 6th period, I entered the my last class, Art. I couldn't even draw a frickin stick figure. I don't even know why they put me in this place. But I was always to inspired by art. I always thought it was so interesting how you can make your own world by just some swishes of a paint brush. Even though it's probably more complicated than that.