When I was younger I met two girls in third grade, we became best friends instantly. We went to Justice the store the second day we met and got matching sparkly striped shirts. We hung out the following weekend and it felt like we know each other forever even though it has only been 56 hours since we first me. Our first fight was when they hang out without me, being so young that was the biggest deal. Having your two best friends hangout without you feel like a slap in the face. I cried all weekend, my pillow was sponge for tears. The day was Monday and i dreaded going to school or even taking my head of off my wet sponge known as a pillow. My brother carried me out of bed and brushed my hair and teeth because I refused to. He got a fudge brownie and carried me to the school bus and dragged me to my seat. I got of the bus thinking about how I should end our friendship, I was shaking because I was about to ditch a friendship and i did not want to, but it had to be done. 

I walked up to them and they looked at me and said “Emma there you are!” “You have been looking for me?” i said with a smile. “Yes?” they said with a curious look on their face. I thought to myself why would they be looking for me? Do they like me? Should I really ditch this friendship? These are all thing I thought at that moment, I am very happy I stuck with that friendship because we had lots of fun times. The next year we got the same 4th grade class, that's when we really bonded. I felt like I could tell those girls anything. We hung out every weekend. On friday we went to one of the girls house, we went and got her brother at school and got food. We usually got Mcdonalds and boy was it  good. We went to her house and did funny prank calls and made hilarious videos. I felt like they were meant to be my friends. We also went to the other girls house. At her house we would go in the wood at dusk, make arts and crafts, do our nails, and play hide and go seek. We never went to my house, I don't know why? I had a pool and trampoline. They barely had backyards. We started 5th grade that year, we did not hang out much. Sometimes we hang out but not as frequently. I felt like I was missing something. In sixth grade one of my best friends moved. Never asked why, I wish i did. That year went by quick. I don't really remember it. Seventh trade creeped around the corner and I was bestfriend less. The last girl moved away. I do was alone. Two years passed and I was in a store with my mom and saw both of girls, we all stared at one another. We were speechless