When I was in second grade, I met a girl. Her name was Skylar. As soon as we met, we had a connection. Like I knew we would become close. The first night we stayed the night together, we both knew there was nothing going to separate us. Her parents were still married at the time. We hung out every weekend. Sometimes we would stay together for more than a week. On weekends, school nights, whenever we had the chance we would hang out. We had a closer bond that you could ever understand. In 5th grade, her parents got a divorce, and they both moved to different parts of Pennsylvania. It was probably one of the hardest days next to the night I would wake up to my parents fighting. I remember the big moving truck in her drive way. It was lightly snowing, a few flakes at a time. We stood there and hugged for at least 3 minutes. I remember giving her a letter, and she gave me one. We both said our goodbyes and off they went. When I got back in the car, I was already in tears. I began to read the note she had wrote for me, but I knew if I did I would start to ball, and I didn't have the guts to read them at the moment. My heart hurt. Bad. I never thought we would ever be separated. As a few months went by, and 5th grade was over, her dad had brought her to Ohio often on the weekends because her oldest sister stayed to finish up her senior year of high school. We had always talked about out parents dating. (My mom and her dad). But we never thought it would happen. As summer passed, 6th grade rolled around. The first two months were rough. Then when she would come down on the weekends, we realized that every weekend she came, my mother would go out with her "friends". It was early November, and I had an extravaganza the next morning on a Sunday. My mother had told us she was going out to dinner. We put the clues together, and realized she was going out to eat with Skylars dad! The whole night we talked about what it would be like to live together. The next morning, it was time to get ready for my competition. We had performed, and every team had went. We were siting there waiting for the awards, it was my last year of cheering before I went to middle school. We won first place. I felt happier then I have in a long time. After me and my friends had celebrated and took pictures, someone ran up to me.
"Emily! Your mom is crying!"
As I looked over, my mother was sitting on the bleachers crying. I ran up to her to ask her what was wrong. My grandpa had left my mother a voicemail on her phone. My grandma had a heart attack. My heart sunk. I didn't even know what to feel. It was time for Skylar to go back up to Pennsylvania, and my mother had to go to the hospital. We were sitting outside waiting for Skylars dad to get back from taking Skylars oldest sister to work. I was sitting with my head on Skylars shoulder as we both cried. And my brother was siting next to me crying, and my mother was on the phone. When her dad pulled up, he jumped out of the car, ran over, grabbed my mom, and kissed her. In the middle of sobbing, me and Skylar looked at eachother with the biggest smirk. And right then, was when we knew nothing was ever going to separate us again.
