Letter To My Best Friend On Her Birthday

Letter To My Best Friend On Her Birthday

Although we go to different schools 348.3 miles away, you still mean the world to me

To my best friend:

I am writing this letter to you in honor of your birthday because I didn't think a simple Facebook post would show you exactly how much you mean to me.

Some may say that we are the product of a whirlwind friendship since we've only been friends for about five years, although when we tell people, they don't believe us. You are truly my second half, and I honestly do not know what I would do without you in my life. To say we have been through a lot together would be an understatement. You have been there for me through thick and thin, and I could never thank you enough for your constant support and love.

OK, enough of the sappy talk, partly because it doesn't even begin to explain us, but mostly because you're probably crying right now (goal achieved).

In honor of your 19th birthday, I decided to remind you of our best 19 moments with some visual aids.

1. Eighth grade.

We finally became friends!

2. Freshman homecoming.

Remember when you cried because our first homecoming was over, because I do.

3. Our first holiday concert.

When this glorious tradition was created.

4. Soccer.

When I accidentally gave you that concussion -- sorry about that.

5. Ed Sheeran.

Can't forget about Foy, too.

6. Jasper Square Garden.

Just because I absolutely love this picture of us.

7. When you finally joined USY.

Because we needed an excuse to spend even more time together.

8. Our trip to the zoo.

When you willingly chose to sit on an animal eating a banana.

9. The day Sholie was born.

Because every power couple has a great ship name.

10. When we had school spirit.

For once.

11. Junior year turnabout.

Again, I just really love this picture of us.

12. Peru.

On a scale from one to10 when we were in Peru.

13. When we ruled the school.

Four years in the making.

14. The day school closed.

Thank the rain for this glorious picture.

15. IC ATL.

Squad was born.

16. Sholie at its finest.

I'm pretty sure Buffy puked.

17. Diesney.

18. When we got into our dream schools.

And ended up 348.3 miles apart.

19. Prom.

When we were friendship goals.

20. (For good luck) When we kept the tradition going.

Five years strong.

Hopefully, you've stopped crying, but I know you haven't, which is one of the many reasons I love you. I have no doubt that we will be making even more amazing memories. Thank you for always being by my side and for being the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I hope you have the most amazing 19th birthday because you deserve it! Love you always and forever, Little J.


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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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An excerpt by Katherine F. Messina


Fear clawed at my stomach as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. My legs were shaking from the exertion when the grass beneath my feet turned to concrete. Sweat caused hair to stick to my face. I stopped, looking around, my breathing harsh. A sudden flash of light blinded me as screeching filled the air. I backed towards the woods quickly, tripping over my own feet. My backside hit the ground with a thud. A metal contraption came to a stop inches from me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

What is that thing?

A tall man stepped out of the strange device. He had large arms and blonde hair. He towered over me.

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the road? I could have killed you!" he shouted, waving his arms.

I tried to scramble away. His eyes swept over my ripped clothes and bloody feet, and his face changed into one of sympathy.

"Hey," he said in a soothing voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

He held his hand out towards me, and I eyed it suspiciously.

"I'm Tucker," he offered, "What's your name?"

"Sh-shay," I stuttered.

Rustling in the woods behind me spurred me into action.

"Let's go, fast."

Tucker stood completely still and stared into the woods, drawn to the rustling. The Kurasa crashed through the trees, searching for me. Their black eyes landed on Tucker and lit up with malice. They stood a foot taller than him, nearly 7 feet. Their grey skin looked like mud. Tucker froze, and panic filled his eyes.

"In the car," he said, his voice tight.

I didn't argue. I jumped into the metal monstrosity. He was across the road and into the seat with the circular object in front of it in what felt like seconds. I could feel the iron throughout the car. The Kurasa kept their distance. Iron repelled them like most fae even in small doses. I was feeling sick, and I'm only half faerie. The tires squealed as he took off, leaving the Kurasa behind.

"You alright?" Tucker asked, "You look a bit pale."

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"I know that was scary, but it'll be okay. I'll get you far away from them."

"You seem oddly calm for someone who just encountered that," my suspicion rose.

"It's not my first time. Hopefully, it'll be your last. I hunt things like them. Or I used to."

Warning bells went off in my head. What would he do if he found out I was one of them?

"You can let me out soon," I said.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm going to take you to my place and let you clean up. You'll be safe there, I promise," he gave me a warm smile.

Until you find out what I really am.

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