Dalari. A boy's best friend. MY best
friend. Dalari is the most wise person I know. She's good at giving advice. Or at least I call it advice. It's more like facts of life that she gives me. You'll understand it later on.
Anyways, Dalari has been my best friend ever since my seventh birthday.
No one had come to the party. I was sitting outside on my porch crying, when a girl, wearing clothes that looked like they belonged in a garbage can, with dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and the sweetest smile I've ever seen, stretched her hand towards me; offering to get me on my feet. I turned my head in embarrassment. Declining her offer.
"Hey..."
She said looking down at me. I didn't say a word. I tried my best to ignore her. But obviously I couldn't.
"Are you ok? You seem upset."
"I'm fine."
She looked at me weird. Like, she couldn't believe I wouldn't open up to her. So she sat next to me. I guess thinking it would help.
"You know what my mom tells me? She tells me that if we hide what we're feeling, we'll never get the help we need. We'll never be able to lift that weight off of our shoulders. It's always best to let people know how your feeling. Even if you don't want to. You need to. Open up!!"
"Oh! And my names Dalari."
Dalari. Even with her name, I couldn't believe it. Can you imagine being seven years old and hearing that from another seven year old?!? I felt like I had nothing accomplished in life. Weird right? I didn't even understand what she meant at the time, but I understood that she cared for me. And from that point on, Dalari Violet, was my best friend.
YOU ARE READING
Best Friend's Advice
General FictionDalari. A sweet, seventeen, best-friend, who gives the best advice Max has ever heard. She gives advice on stuff like, what food to get, what seems best for you,love, basically any life decision that Max Will, needs help making. Or can't make at all.
