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Looking back I remember people telling me left and right that I wasn’t going to be friends with the same people I was at the time. I’d just look at them and roll my eyes and think to my self saying there’s absolutely no way I’d ever be better friends with anyone else than I am right now. Blythe Katie and I were never ever going to leave each other no matter what happened. We had all been tied at the hip for basically my whole life and I didn’t think that would ever change.
We were inseparable. Getting us to come home from each other’s houses was a challenge. My parents told me that they’d take turns because we were always so stubborn. We did anything and everything together. No matter if what we were doing was going to be fun or not. I one of us couldn’t play until our room was clean we’d all help clean so we’d be able to play for longer. We went on our family vacations together because we were all considered family to each other. We all went to each other’s family reunions and family birthdays. Every summer we’d live at each other’s houses. I’d never even thought about a day going
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Open house. These two words always make me cringe and send butterflies to my stomach. Not to mention that it was open house for 6th grade. Katie and I had been waiting for this day. To finally see if we would have classes. I remember the moment we got our schedules we took a moment of silence. Once that moment was done we gave our schedules to our parents hoping and praying we’d have classes. After a brief second Katie’s mom and my mom looked up with a hopeful smile and right as we saw it we both knew that we didn’t have any. Our parents gave us the speeches “this is just a chance to make new friends” “you’ll still see each other” but in response to that we just gave our parents a look of indignation. They were right. We did still see each other; we saw each other in the halls almost three times a day and would always find a way to see each other during

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