Best Friends

When I was little, I never had a true best friend — someone to talk to everyday and someone who appreciated me the same. I had a small group of friends. Still, no one fit that description, like it was a job application. But no one applied. I looked around at every other kid in sadness, knowing that they all had a best friend. But now, I’m much older. I have a larger group of friends. Actually, no. I have a larger group of best friends. A group of best friends I talk to everyday and appreciate me as much as I appreciate them.

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Expectations

There’s always expectations that are laid out for you in life. Too many to count. Get good grades… have extracurriculars… do good in sports… go to college… it’s all just white noise whatever people say to me by now. I’ve always known what I want to do, even though a lot of expectations have caused my desires. I want to have a good job. I want to play sports in college. I want to stay  close with friends. And most of all, I just want to have fun in life. I’m too tired of seeing people waste their lives away. I never want to be like that.

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The Black Consuming Sea

Death. The word sticks out on the edge of my tongue. It’s cold and black, like a crashing sea in the night, swallowing anything and everything. No one likes it. But it happens.

Poker, my childhood dog. He was a basset hound. Floppy ears, sad eyes, the whole package. My grandpa. Always happy when I saw him, with a smile on his face and a joke to tell. Death consumed them both. It happened a long time ago, almost ten years ago now. I still miss them.

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Kindergarten Friend

When I was in kindergarten, I made one friend. I don’t remember her at all. I don’t know what she was like, if her hair was almond brown, golden like the sun, or pitch black, if her eyes were mere black dots or if they were a deep blue. But I remember knowing her.

The next year I looked for her. She was nowhere to be seen. I don’t know what happened to her or where she went. Or maybe she was just not in my class. It’s funny how people do that. They leave without a trace. And don’t say anything to you ever again.

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Dream

I have a dream. I want to go far, far away, out of state to a university. It’ll be large, with grand indicators of where you are at every corner. Welcome to the campus, a sign will read. 

I want to live in a dorm. I want a roommate, someone I’ll like and wouldn’t mind seeing every day for the whole year. I think it would be a nice change from my family.

I will come back though. I’ll visit everyone. Friends, family, old coaches. People I hadn’t seen in months. I want to be able to tell them what I’m doing, any accomplishments, things to make them proud. And when I get back they’ll say, “Look, she’s here, the one who’s going places” or something along those lines. When I can do that, I think I’ll be happy.