I’d like to share with you the story of my best friend; she is completely real so don’t think she’s pretend. She’s really outgoing, smart, and kind. She is peacefully happy with a courageous mind. I’ve known her forever, but we don’t always get along. She has a brave heart and she’s also really strong.

We go to each other’s houses, the beach and the park. We stay out late, until it gets dark. She knows what I like, she knows what I don’t. She knows what I’ll try, and she knows what I won’t. She knows all my faces; happy, sad, excited, amazed, angry, and glad. She knows all my birthmarks, and every scar on my knee. Will it upset you to know that my best friend is me?