After the emotional scene at Robbie's, I was prepared for my best friend Samatha's tough attitude. I glidd into her house and feel the already heavy atmosphere. She already knew.
I could hear Samantha's dad's cool voice gently breaking the news to her, but instead of a sob, I heard a stiff, "I know. Could you leave me alone? I just need some time to process." When I said that I wanted a tough attitude, I sort of assumed that she would at least cry, or at least express some sort of emotion.
I marched down the hallway to her room. The door was gently pushed open by Emma's small orange and white kitten coming to see what was wrong with her master. Emma's dad picked up the kitten, placed it on the bed, and walked out the door, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts.
Emma mindlessly stroked the kitten, and let a few tears drop silently onto her shirt. A glazed look came over her eyes, and she let out one loud sob. The Disney princess alarm clock I had gotten her for her 8th birthday, she picked up and threw against the wall. She grabbed her cat and flung her to the floor.The cat, though shaken up, wasn't injured. As a final object of hate, Emma grabbed the most recent present I had given her, a self written poetry book. The pages looked as though they hadn't even been turned.
Emma opened the book, as if to rip the pages out one by one. But she got caught up in reading the dedication. It read:
Hi Emma, I know you're not much into reading, but this is all about my favorite times with you. I hope you take the time to read it. You've been my best friend since first grade, and I really don't want anything to change between us.
Ever.
You are smart and sassy and gorgeous and funny. And even if I don't have the same ideas about myself, you really should. Because I would never lie to you.
Love, Naila ~ Your snuggle pumpkin
As she ended reading the page, she turned another And another. And another. Pretty soon, she was on the ground stuck in a cross between laughing and crying, me sitting beside her. Two friends, one blind to another, laiughing over an idiotic book of poetry. Friendship. Something I may not get to experience much of for a while.
