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l0v3 is a risk:
People in the world get different emotions. Some frustration, greed, bitterness, disgust or sadness. I can distinctly remember when I felt disappointment, anger, and love, more like lust actually. But the most I remember is when I was happy for the first time in my whole life. I felt like I was the happiest person alive. It was when I met my Best Friend, Leigh Keller.
It all started when my father told me that we were moving to the east coast. My first reaction was shock and worriment. I didn't know what to say to him or any of my other friends. I wasn't too upset actually. I can remember saying goodbye to my only true friend there. And thinking to myself "What's going to happen now? Will I be able to survive?"
My first day of school in Middletown was a total culture shock. I haven't seen people like "them" before. I was so used to surfer girls, shopping at Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch boys. I was looking at these different kids. These were wearing "punk" clothing, as I would say. And Black all around. All about music, skateboarding, how you look and act. I was practically lost. Because here I was, blue jeans, O' Neil sweatshirt and navy blue old school vans. With my hair tied back into a pony tail. First thing that I noticed was this blonde haired girl with black shirt, blue pants, and eye liner, thick around her eyes. My first thought was "Wow, this is bizarre…How am I supposed to survive this world?" Then my teacher sent me to sit next to her. And that was where it all started.
I sat there thinking about where I was going to sit at lunch, and how I was supposed to learn to open up my locker. Then she said something. We ended up talking because she was in all my classes. I felt relieved in a way. We would call each other every night. Go to each other's houses. Instant message every night. We became entirely inseparable. People knew us by "Leigh and Tonya" every weekend we were at my house, or hers. Whenever we would hang out with other people, it would be Me, Her, and that other person. We were best friends. And did everything together. Leigh and I were like sisters. It's hard to believe we weren't related. Just like siblings, Leigh and I fought like cats and dogs. But then she moved to Florida, during our second summer together.
I guess that phrase "Every good thing has to come to an end sometime." Is exactly correct. Just the thing to tear us apart, or so I thought. Leigh and I still talk, but it's not the same. She and I were like the cherry on an ice cream Sunday. She made me happy. Before I wasn't the happiest person alive. I wasn't really happy with my life. Anyone could throw on a smile every day, and act like everything's alright. But inside they could feel like their dying. It's just that simple. The first day I met Leigh, I was complete. It was like the first Christmas for a toddler.
i miss her more than anything
whats a chick supposed to do without her best friend?
l0v3 is a risk: anyways, i shoud stop procrastinating and go masturbate to your pictures.
l0v3 is a risk: i mean..
l0v3 is a risk: go write my essay
i love you times a gazillion "joeyyy"
ps.
yeah i had blonde hair in 6th grade leave me alonneeee