It was the ending of seventh grade when I got the news. Charlee, my best friend, told me that she was moving to Oakdale. When she told me I never realized that we weren’t going to be together for eighth grade. Then one day Charlee’s mom said to us “Charlee, you won’t be going to Hickman for eighth grade.” She sighed, then continued “You are going to Oakdale Junior High for your last year at middle school.” Her mom’s only reason for making her go to Oakdale was, so she can have friends for high school. After she told us this, I just wanted to cry. I knew I couldn’t break down, so I said to Charlee, “We will talk everyday and see each other almost every weekend.” I knew what I said just made things worse, so I added “You can’t get rid of me
