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Me & My Special Friend

This is just a small and hilarious story that I didn't want to put it into a separate nor in any other book. Why not here?!

Here we go:

I have a friend, a special and a weird friend. People usually don't like her much, nor when her friends come in to visit. But that's alright, for me anyway.

This friend of mine is allowed only to visit once a month, and to stay for almost a whole week; But she sometimes surprises me b showing up again on the same month. And let me tell you, I hate surprises, but I'm grateful she visits me every month and keeps me company, unlike my friends who I try to schedule a hang out with but always bail on me.

I always think I'm weird, unlike everyone else. I would always ask my special friend: "Am I boring? Am I really sharp around others? Am I really depressed?"

Most of the people I've asked these questions either looked at me like I became a psycho or laughed it up as if it was a joke. I'm not crazy! I'm not kidding around!

But my special friend answers me truthfully, always the same answer. "You're depressed with me around and not around, and you already have your bipolar disorder before I even met you the first time!" And we would both laugh at her answer with all our hearts.

How did we meet? It was simple! She came into my house uninvited, and scared the shit out of me. Ironic!

However, unlike most girls who hate their special friends because they ruin their days, I kind of became in a very great relationship with my friend over here.

Of course after the surprising greeting and a great punch in the gut, things get better. She always finds fun in frightening the soul out of my body for some reason, and enjoy slamming me with several types of punches in my stomach to showcase her existence and power. I always tell her it's useless to do so and that it actually hurts so much, but she shrugs my remarks off.

That is what annoys me about her. She's too cheerful and tomboyish for my own good, but she comes in here just to enjoy herself with her special friend, who is me.

She would visit, and on the first day she would try to nurse me, we drink tea and chat about the most hilarious things ever while her trying to make me forget about that punch in the gut every time.

She also makes a lot of mess most of the time, which I take the responsibility to clean up, but I can't blame her; I am clumsy too.

Our week will go by very fast, enjoying each other's company, laughing at people, chatting dramatically about everything and anything; What real best friends do!

And when her time finally comes, she would always slip a red final tear and she would hug me for dear life, promising that she'll be back next month before taking her luggage and walking out.

She's also my special friend because she saves me from situation that I'm trying to run from. She would come at the right time to help!

"What's wrong?" A classmate of mine asked, one time, while I clenched my stomach in agony. I hated her greetings so much, but I still thank her until this day.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm not sure if I'm coming this afternoon or not...." I tried to voice out while gritting my teeth. It might hurt, but it's for a good cause, so I can bear with it.

"But we have a physics and Chemistry test this afternoon, also a P.E test! Are you sure you can't?!" My classmate asked again, but I nodded slowly, feeling my stomach trembling. That afternoon, I was saved from the hardest test ever. I still sucked at physics, but at least the test provided for me after that day came easier than the actual one.

Sometimes, she is reasonable too; Visiting me at midnight on a school day so it won't hurt anymore in the morning and I won't deal with her clumsiness.

And sometimes, she just reads my mind. I'm the type of person who hates travelling out of my country. I love my country and I have my own health problems to care about. But mother doesn't care much; she never cared! She would drag me on so many trips with her and force me to do things I'm not comfortable with doing.

My mother, also, hates when my special friend shows up to rescue me on the day of the flight.

"Oh! Mom! It hurts so much! I think I can't do anything now that my friend showed up and kicked my guts several times with her heeled boots!" I would dramatically state. My mom is clueless, and she's stubborn; believing I'll become someone who thinks highly of the Kardashiens and wants to be like them.

"In a world full of kardashiens who hate their special friend and wear the most revealing clothes and the weirdest makeup, become the Morticia Addams who wears black and enjoys her special and weird friend as much as she could." One time, my special friend stated as we were watching The Addams Family show, drinking tea and giving all the hilarious remarks.

I agree with her; most girls hate their special friend because they hate the actual color of black, they hate staying home whenever it's winter or summer, they hate their days being ruined by a cheerful friend who was just depressed herself and insecure, they enjoy the last red bloody tear that falls from their eyes whenever they leave....

"It looks like I'm not like all the other girls, huh?" I asked my period one day, laughing after one of the videos she showed me. Awkward seconds passed by before, and out of nowhere, another powerful punch in the gut got me off the chair. "Why must you always surprise me and not tell me or text me like what the other girls' special friends do to them?" I screamed in agony for the third day, her mood-swings these days getting the worst of me.

"I'm not like my own kind too! And like I said so many times, I enjoy the surprised look on your face. Also, it will go away, just like every time." She explained as she laughed at my reaction.

"Besides, I'm happy you aren't like the other girls; wanting everything clean and beautiful. Those disgust me. I'm happy you're just as hardcore and brutal as I am!" My special friend, my periods, stated happily with a smirk.

"Now, what about going all bipolar and laughing at idiots on the internet? I mean, you can use me as an excuse for your 'It's only one time I hate everyone and everyone looses their mind!' thing, huh?" an evil smirk could be plastered on her face, if she had one, and I guffawed so hard.

Yeah, periods might be annoying to normal girls, but you've got to say that gushing out blood every month is pretty brutal; especially on your first day when you're all but going to murder any person who crosses your path.

So, what do you think?