At my sister's basketball game, at Spring-Ford, at the ninth grade center, I was in second grade, not even knowing the girl sitting a few rows above me would become my best friend. Fast enough, I had figured out that she was on all of my competitive sports teams and I began to recognize her around progressively often. Her name was Lainey Owens. Not only did Lainey become my best friend, but was benign, sociable, loyal, and never failed to brighten my day. Throughout our friendship, I had been pleased and there was never a dull time. Around Lainey, there was no timid side of me. I obtain a personality of an outgoing, courageous young girl. Eventually, problems had arisen in our friendship and other girls had come between us. My life had dramatically
