We were so close and now we are so distant. I wish things were the way they used to be. We barely see each other now and don’t even know who each of us are as people, such as what we like to do or what we want to do in the future. We walk past each other in the halls and don’t even acknowledge each other. We act like we didn’t even ever know each other.
When we were younger everything was so easy and friendships came to us like it was nothing. I miss the old days of elementary through middle school when I was so close with all of my best friends. I feel like I don’t have them anymore and they are a part of my heart that I wish I still had.

I remember in kindergarten we had two classes. One class was a little smaller and the other a little bigger. The smaller would go with the bigger in the afternoon. I remember going in there and being so excited that everyone was all together. We had these two boys that were brothers
and they had to leave during the school year and everyone was heartbroken and wishing they wouldn’t leave. We all loved being around each other. As the years came, our class may have lost and gained some, but we were always so close.

Over our elementary through middle school career we had so many amazing field trips and bonding experiences and we developed some of our best friends. We were together all day everyday and would plan things to do after school or on the weekends together. We were inseparable. Once we got a little older towards seventh and eighth grade, everyone was changing and going through puberty. There may have been some rough patches, but they always seemed to work out for the better. One time a boy that was in my class got so angry that he threw some type of berries everywhere and they even got all over the ceiling. Another couple of boys got in physical fights, but doesn’t that always seem to happen at least once? As for the girls, there may have been some petty little fights about pretty pointless things. It always seemed like we got along really well though, or better than the boys at least. Eighth grade year was the best. Our class was the strongest it ever was. All the girls in my class were on the cheerleading team. We had class parties at different people’s houses. We loved going to school and being with each other every day.

We graduated from eighth grade and then came freshman year. We were going to a new school with so many more different people. Two people ended up going to a different high school, but we tried to keep in touch as much as we could. Freshman year started off great. We saw each other in our classes, we talked, and everyone was still friends while making new friends. February rolled around and something tragic happened. One of the boys that had been in our class since kindergarten had committed suicide. The day before at school we just had a big group hug that he, I, and other people were in. We found out late the night it happened because we all called each other and talked about it. We all felt like our hearts were shattered. The next hard part was going to school the next day. All of us in our class went to the counseling office and our counselor from our old school came and talked to us. A few days later we had his funeral. It was probably one of the most heartbreaking things that had ever happened to me and my friends. Our class sang at his funeral and it was just a really horrifying and weird thing being there. After this, we kept in touch and we all recovered.


Over the next couple of years, people changed. Some people were going with the more “popular” crowd and others were just enjoying things while being with their new friends. We had a class party the summer after sophomore year and almost everyone showed up, except the people who were starting to think they were better than others (the populars). Everyone else brushed it off though and kept going on with their lives. Over the next couple of years everyone just stopped talking to each other as much and things became distant. Now it’s our senior year and I don’t have the people that were always there for me anymore. We’ve tried to get things together and interact with each other, but it just never seems to work and other people just won’t come. Everyone has different schedules. Everyone has different lives. All I want are my best friends back. Life moves on and people change. Not everyone is supposed to stay in your life though, they just come to teach you lessons and move on I guess.