(***This is about my friend and I.***)
We were best friends. The best of the best, open to one another, trusting. It all began with a girl all alone. Then, she came. My best friend is who I am talking about. I am the lonely girl. It was kindergarden. She was new. All the other children were so excited to meet her, greet her, and if the others worked, please her. But, out of all the excited new classmates, it was I whom she noticed most. After the crowd disappeared, it was now her turn to meet me. I glanced up to see a the new girl. Her name was Brooke.
I was too bashful for my own good. As...
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