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Megan and I at our high school play |
I think at this point, it's safe to say that I don't have a best friend. I have a lot of really good friends, but no best friend. Mom is one of my really good friends. For some reason, mom and I have always had a really good relationship and it's easy for me to talk to her, and her to I. Megan is another of my really good friends. You'll probably remember Megan when you read this. Megan was the one who always helped you clean up your room because you could sweet talk her into it.
Megan and I became friends our sophomore year of high school. We had journalism together our freshman year, after she came here from Marquette, but she was good friends with another girl whom I didn't really like. Our sophomore year, the girl that Megan was good friends with dropped out of journalism and Megan and I started hanging out. Seventh hour journalism, sophomore year. It was the birthplace of our friendship. We are like fire and ice. Megan is the good to my bad, and I am the good to her bad.
My other friend Liz |
There are a number of other really good friends, but these are the three most prominent. I keep these people the closest to my heart because they mean everything to me. They are the people that hold my secrets and understand me the best. No matter how many fights we have, we'd never betray one another's trust because we all share the sacred bond of friendship. I only hope that you can be as lucky as I have been to find such good friends.
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