(***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 scared as I was, I ducked my head down low. Glancing through my long brown hair, she smiled down at me. "Do bạn want to be my friend?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? I hadn't had any Những người bạn since last year, but they all moved a grade ahead of me. I was held back. Being lonely as I was, I accepted. Only nodding. Who knew what was to come of this fragile friendship.

We sat side bởi side on the carpet in the corner of the classroom. Years passed. And bởi the time we were in 4th grade, we had already been in small fights and disagreements with each other. I wanted to be a cheerleader, and so did Brooke. But she kept on diễn xuất silly, while I remained decent. The head cheerleader, whose name was Sarah Beth, gave us orders: "Brooke, if bạn can't be calm, then bạn can't be with us anymore." she didn't answer. "Kelly, if bạn can be calm, then bạn can stay." I agreed. Brooke and the other girl were left behind. Alone. As I had spent my 2nd năm in kindergarden. But with their's came one acception: they had each other.

After a few minutes, Brooke came over towards me. "Do bạn still want to be with them? Even if I'm not in it?" I couldn't lie. "Yes," I studdered. "Fine. Then I'm not your friend anymore." I shattered inside. The others spent the time trying to cheer me up. "She'll get over it," Sarah Beth told me. "Me and món ăn bơm xen, charlotte have had our ups and downs ever since we met. You'll be back to being best Những người bạn in no time." Sarah's tone lightend. But she was right. And this upset me. I never did like Sarah Beth, and her being right hit a sore spot.

Sometimes on the playground we wouldn't lung lay, swing together. Which caused classmates to wonder. We were the closet two people could humanly get. We had also just found out we were related: cousins. We both glowed with happiness once figuring that out. The two closest people in the world were now cousins. I sat alone on the blue swing, letting the cool air hit my chalky skin. I never had much color in my face when I was younger. When Cody asked me something. "Hey, Kelly," he began. "Why aren't bạn swinging beside Brooke? What's wrong?" he asked. I had just noticed her presence all the way at the bottom. "Nothing. I didn't know she was there."

"Oh." Cody said. "Nevermind then," and he walked toward his Những người bạn who were sitting in the shade under the wooden bridges kids played on. Made almost like a castle. But it was in 5th grade where we began arguing more. "All I know is that I'm never leaving this school!" Brooke hissed back. All I asked was if her family would ever return to their hometown of Tampa, Florida. Instead of staying in Jacksonville, Florida. "Well, I'm never leaving, either!" I tossed back. We eventually made up. And realized are fight was silly. But Brooke's words of "I'm never leaving this school" would be eaten bởi Brooke herself. Soon. Too soon.

I got a phone call from her when I was watching my one-year-old cousin, Savannah, play with ABC building blocks. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey, um, Kelly?" I didn't like the sound of her voice. Something was wrong. hoặc at least about to go wrong. "Your voice. Something's wrong with you. What is it, Brooke?" I wanted an answer. Badly.
"I'm moving." she finally spoke. Those words might as well have been a dagger ripping my guts out of my stomach. "W-What?" I studdered. The room became cold. "I đã đưa ý kiến I'm moving."

"I know that. But why? Where? When?"

"What's with all the questions, Kelly? I don't know. Remember my dad getting remarried? Well, we're moving to California to live with them. And it will be sometime this month." I burst out into tears. My voice now breaking. She heard my cries through the phone. Both her and her little brother tried to cheer me up. I quit crying after 10 hoặc 5 minutes. And accepted this. On the 24th of that month, Brooke, was gone. Leaving me alone and behind. No one really wanted to be Những người bạn with the quiet pale girl. I spent 6th grade alone, too. Worrying about my failing grades in math, and trying to keep up my grades in the others.

Over time, I met Olivia. I had seen her before. But never gotten to know her. So I moved on from Brooke. Not easy at all, but in its own way, not difficult. I actually never expected to see Brooke again. Although when I was alone, my thoughts would wander to her. What was life like in California. And who her new pal was. I shaked the those thoughts away. And focused on my daily math problem. One every single morning. In 7th grade I also didn't expect to see her. Actually, I didn't really want to see her. Olivia and I were great Những người bạn now. And we had met Rebecca and Maria. Maria was Mexican, and barely spoke English. But she spoke to us. Always. Rebecca was from Asheville, North Carolina. But we all became buddies.

As I walked to the classroom, I was someone familiar. A pretty girl. A girl with light màu hồng, hồng cheeks, soft complection, and wavy/curly blonde-ish hair. She had brown streaks. My blue eyes widend. I knew who this girl was. It was Brooke in the flesh. The teacher introduced us to her, and đã đưa ý kiến she had once lived here, but then moved to California. I looked at Olivia, then Rebecca, and finally Maria. All focusing on Brooke. Almost like kindergarden.

Except this time I wasn't alone. And she wasn't surrounded bởi excited, short, and happy little kids. And we were not in kindergarden. Her eyes met mine. I went slightly numb. She smiled. At lunch I sat with the usual: Olivia, Maria, and Rebecca. Brooke did not speak to me that whole year. Until social studies. We giggled and laughed all the way through class. Our friendship proved itself to be indestructable. Out-lasting Brooke's big di chuyển away from everyone. That summer, Brooke had spent the night with me 2 different times. I had went to the funeral of her passed away grandfather. Walking up and down the sidewalk talking.

In giường at night, unable to sleep, we would sit and talk to each other. We would talk about everything. Funny stuff, happy stuff, and sad stuff. She told me at times she dreamed of me. I told her the same. Because I did dream of her. But our dreams of each other were nightmares, not pleasant dreams. She đã đưa ý kiến we were in the school, and it was dark. We were being chased and screamed. We hid in a closet, but screamed as we heard the footsteps coming.

In 8th grade, we had broken. Almost went our seperate ways. She had met McKayla, and became too close. I watched. And I waited for her to return. We grew so far apart, that we no longer sent emails to each other. Nor did we speak to each other. I had Olivia. Our little "group" had ended, too. Rebecca became Những người bạn with Breeanna, and Maria moved to Tampa. So now I was down to Olivia. Would she vanish, too? Like Brooke, Rebecca, and Maria did? I hoped not.

Brooke never spoke to me hoặc Olivia. But, oddly, she stared at me. After that, I found myself asking her within my mind "Remember me?". No contact was made with each other. It was a project in social studies, to get with a partner we didn't usually work with and read a Native American paper. On their history and how they lived life. Brooke came to me. And Rebecca went with Olivia. "I haven't spoken to bạn in what seems forever." she stated, putting her sách on the bàn beside me. "I know. So where have bạn been? Ditching me?" I teased. Brooke looked up. And smiled.

Maybe we weren't meant to be Những người bạn forever. Bit yet maybe there was the slightest possibilty that we should be. Who knows, right? And that is why I call this Strangers Who Knew Each Other. After school, she caught up to me walking home. "Hey, you," she teased. "What?"

"Don't be a stranger. Although I think I have moved on, I also believe bạn have, too." I couldn't lie. No, not this time. "I have, Brooke. Are bạn upset?" She looked at me. "No. I'm just not. I can't be. Because I have moved on. Just like you."

"Okay," I began. "If I won't be a stranger, that means the same for you. Deal?" I asked. "Deal." she smiled. Now it seemed like everyone was in the right place. We walked trang chủ together.

(***Thank bạn for đọc this! I know it's long, but this is true. And it happend to me and my best friend. Thanks for taking the time.:)**)