My Best Friend

On days I feel terribly alone and unwanted, I think of her: my best friend.
She knows who she is and I’ll be forever grateful for her, even if we don’t exactly talk everyday like the typical bffs do.

What spurned this post is because I was feeling exceptionally lonely today. I think I was just being overly dramatic, but regardless.
I suddenly thought back to the day I walked into my 9th Grade social studies class, terrified and absolutely dreading my first day at this school already. Kids were cussing at teachers and swearing at each other. I wasn’t used to this type of environment and I stuck out like a sore thumb. My meekness sprawled across every inch of my face, my movements.

My social studies teacher, warm and welcoming, told me I could sit in the front next to her, my future soul sister. She didn’t really seem like the friendly type. Her face was unyieldingly expressionless and even oblivious to the chaos in the classroom. I sat down thinking about how awkward the rest of the school year would be.