Throughout my life, many people have come and gone. Some made a positive impact, others...not so much. Some have stayed for only three weeks, others, years. One lovely girl, in particular, has stayed with me for nine years straight. I am talking about my best friend, my supporter, the person I go to for advice about boys, school, stress, or whenever I need a good laugh. Her name is Emma Mosley, and somehow, she hasn't gotten sick of me yet.
Our nine-year journey together began only a few short days before my seventh birthday. My mom ran into her dad at the open house for the elementary school we would be attending together. After talking for a few minutes, my mom realized that her family had recently moved into a small neighborhood with a big community. A neighborhood we happened to live in, as well. The friendship began that day at the pool, with a simple introduction and playing the pool games that only first graders could ever play.
Of course, the friendship didn't begin in first grade and was peachy keen up until now. We had many, many troubles. One trouble, in particular, was in the fourth grade when she met a young girl named Savannah and decided that Savannah was a better friend than I would be. The fourth and fifth grades were very hard because of this, but then middle school came along to save our lives.
Middle school introduced the class that we took together, chorus, and being forced to sit on the bus together because we didn't know anyone else. Throughout middle school, we changed from being tiny, inexperienced, completely terrified sixth graders to the eighth graders who intimidated the sixth graders, simply because we were eighth graders. Going to Savannah, Georgia together on two separate class field trips made us appreciate each other even more. Unfortunately, high school was an adventure neither of us were prepared for.
Instead of going to the high school near our area of the county, I decided to go to the high school 10 miles away for academics. This transition shook me up because I was going to be leaving so many people, especially Emma, who I had been with for so many years. The transition was long and hard, and I lost quite a few friends. Not Emma, though. She persisted on texting me and telling me of what happened to her that day. Whether it was about the super annoying girls in yearbook class or the stress of taking biology, we remained in contact. To this day, she is the only person I regularly text once a day.
Our friendship is not perfect. We went through many obstacles. We still have troubles to face. I don't text back. She is obsessed with boys. I am too argumentative. She is too dramatic. We are like any other teenage girls, we fight over text about petty drama. Even though we do not show a perfect friendship, we are perfect friends for each other. Through all of the tough times, I know that whenever I need support, a hug, a laugh, or just a shoulder to cry on, I can always look two doors down at the small brick house that holds so many memories of the two of us.
