For most of my life I’ve been like a magnet, always being pulled different ways and never really becoming myself, by myself. I’ve been a bottle without a message, floating between people and shores. I would keep friends for the school year, then lose them in the summer because of my total apathy towards most of their lives, and thus my lack of importance in theirs. This continued for the entirety of middle school and my first two years of high school. Then I met Pheobe as the older sister of my friend Abbi from the barn, that was the first positive way we related to each other, despite our nearly three year age gap. We formed a friendship based on mutual affection and common interests rather than being stuck together for 30 hours a week with limited choice for friends. Pheobe has a sense of humor like a cloud that came out on a sunny …show more content…
We related on a deeper level like a shovel trying to dig through the topsoil but only hitting concrete underneath, whereas we were able to figure out that the concrete was only there to protect and maybe block memories and emotions. We were downstairs talking for a while, so loud and laughing so much that when Abbi came down to take a shower she said they were talking about us, something normally the opposite, with us talking about them. Oh the irony we saw in it. We immediately got nervous about what they had heard considering we had some secrets the whole world didn’t need to know. Later that night we were sitting on the cold, stark bathroom sink eating way too much popcorn and playing idly on an ukulele while her parents were out at the store getting something. Small moments that change how you feel your position in life has been effect has been key to our friendship, just like that night did. We spent our time just talking about the