My best friend was a girl who never shut her mouth. Ironically I was a selective mute and didn’t speak to her until a long six months of her talking to me about nothing went by. I remember mostly being able to drown her out with the silent tapping of my fingers against my thumb, but for some reason, when she said “Y’know?” with her mouth full of ham I snapped. It sounded so clear and rang in my head for a while, causing me to slam my hand down on the desk as I stood up. I’m sure my name was called but I could only hear the color white and the static at the back of my head. The next time I saw her she had a sandwich for me and a note with the word “sorry” scrawled across it. I stuck it in my bag and let it sit there for weeks. It went on like
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I had originally hoped to impress her with my title as “The Uno Champ”, so her victory in a different game was enough to frustrate me. Or maybe I was embarrassed. All I know is that it was hot and overwhelming, but it was the first time I didn’t hide from it. Her animated expressions, her genuine enthusiasm, her amiability...they were all enough to distress me, but in a good way. A day with her guaranteed gaiety, I was sure of it, only something inside of me said I’d probably...die? Develop Swine Flu? I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew it was something bad. The uncertainty of it all was powerful. We spoke everyday from then on, and eventually became such good friends that she invited me (among other people) to her house for her …show more content…
It was limp and dragged itself against the grass, letting me know that everything would stay small. Before I could even knock on the door, I heard her shout “Wait! I’ll come open the door!” from the window. She arrived with her mother, and as our parents talked she led me into her room and sat on her bed. “Sorry I’m late.” I said after a long silence.
“I don’t really mind. Just as long as I have my best friend here...” she replied. I never really felt like that title was something applicable to our relationship until that moment. “You’re my only real friend.” she whispered, trying not to let me see that she was crying. I
I had originally hoped to impress her with my title as “The Uno Champ”, so her victory in a different game was enough to frustrate me. Or maybe I was embarrassed. All I know is that it was hot and overwhelming, but it was the first time I didn’t hide from it. Her animated expressions, her genuine enthusiasm, her amiability...they were all enough to distress me, but in a good way. A day with her guaranteed gaiety, I was sure of it, only something inside of me said I’d probably...die? Develop Swine Flu? I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew it was something bad. The uncertainty of it all was powerful. We spoke everyday from then on, and eventually became such good friends that she invited me (among other people) to her house for her …show more content…
It was limp and dragged itself against the grass, letting me know that everything would stay small. Before I could even knock on the door, I heard her shout “Wait! I’ll come open the door!” from the window. She arrived with her mother, and as our parents talked she led me into her room and sat on her bed. “Sorry I’m late.” I said after a long silence.
“I don’t really mind. Just as long as I have my best friend here...” she replied. I never really felt like that title was something applicable to our relationship until that moment. “You’re my only real friend.” she whispered, trying not to let me see that she was crying. I